VOID (Sped Up Version)

In the void, in the void, in the void, in the void In the void, in the void, in the void, in the void In the void, in the void, the void, the void, void, void... Baby I'm spinning round the corner It's tasting kinda lonely And my mind wants to control me Ah-Ah-Ah-Empty There's rotten things left in me Injected by society No one here but me to judge me Pipe down with the noise, I cannot bear my sorrow I hate who I was before I fear I won't live to see the day tomorrow Someone tell me if this is hell I got to escape that void There is no other choice, yea Tryna turn down the voices The void ate me Look at the mess I've done There is nowhere to run, yea Holding a loading gun The void Like a priest behind confession walls I judge myself Kneeling on a metal grater Bloody like a body that has died and it's myself Tangled in my own intestines I got to escape that void There is no other choice, yea Got to escape the void So strange I'm trying to find a doorway My eyes are staring at me And they seem so damn unhappy C-C-C-Collect My fickle insecurities And turn them into beauty Alchemize the dark within me-eee Pipe down with the noise, I cannot bear my sorrow I hate who I was before I fear I won't live to see the day tomorrow Someone tell me if this is hell I got to escape that void There is no other choice, yea Tryna turn down the voices The void ate me Look at the mess I've done There is nowhere to run, yea Holding a loading gun The void Like a priest behind confession walls I judge myself Kneeling on a metal grater Bloody like a body that has died and it's myself Tangled in my own intestines I got to escape that void There is no other choice, yea Tryna turn down the voices The void ate me Look at the mess I've done There is nowhere to run, yea Holding a loading gun The void