"Gentle Voices" lyrics
JT Music Lyrics
(Poppy Playtime Chapter 4 Song )
(feat. LongestSoloEver)
Wherever you roam
Nothing beckons you home
Like gentle voices coming from within
Which are not your own
To guide you, and remind you
You're not alone
Ask yourself why you decided to pop in
If droppin' by does not happen here often
This haven is haunted
Our graveyard, a garden
Now planted, we're plottin'
Uproot us, we're rotten
Forgotten, discarded
But not yet departed
Imprisoned, unpardoned
For crimes I had no part in
Now I'm beyond disarmin'
Just like a clock, you're runnin'
Because your time is comin'
Beware the ides are marchin'
I'll be what they promised me, anything I want to be
All I know is hatred, you cannot encase it as long as I got the keys
Thought you were the savior?
Nothing but a player, and the game is hard to see
Which I watch over in this role some would call fatherly
Rip them apart and stitch them together
Rivers of blood, this pain turned to pleasure
Rough are the hands of any inventor
And mine are fit to pit you against her
The gentle voices
Infest your mind
Your every choice is
By their design
You give 'em every answer, get the question right
Do it all again until they get the one they like
Never see it comin', smoke in your eyes
Are you getting nervous?
(So was... so was...) So was I
Makin' a recovery
Thinkin' that they promised me a lie
I should have died
And now inside, I'm a trinity of suffering
We don't need them, you've got power
Take your freedom, wait for the hour
The gentle voices
Infest your mind
Your every choice is
By their design
Tortured and toyed with
Tear down the blinds
No more charade, the joy parade's not far behind
Please stay a while (Come and find me)
To make a smile (Would you kindly?)
If you love us, you can fix this
There's no doctor for my sickness
As fear begins to fester
All we can hear...
The gentle voices (What pleasant noises)
Infest your mind (You've invested in lies)
Your every choice is (So empty, pointless)
By their design (On assembly lines)
Tortured and toyed with (Procured with poison)
Tear down the blinds (The ties that bind)
No more charade, the joy parade's not far behind
Nothing beckons you home
Like gentle voices coming from within
Which are not your own
To guide you, and remind you
You're not alone
Ask yourself why you decided to pop in
If droppin' by does not happen here often
This haven is haunted
Our graveyard, a garden
Now planted, we're plottin'
Uproot us, we're rotten
Forgotten, discarded
But not yet departed
Imprisoned, unpardoned
For crimes I had no part in
Now I'm beyond disarmin'
Just like a clock, you're runnin'
Because your time is comin'
Beware the ides are marchin'
I'll be what they promised me, anything I want to be
All I know is hatred, you cannot encase it as long as I got the keys
Thought you were the savior?
Nothing but a player, and the game is hard to see
Which I watch over in this role some would call fatherly
Rip them apart and stitch them together
Rivers of blood, this pain turned to pleasure
Rough are the hands of any inventor
And mine are fit to pit you against her
The gentle voices
Infest your mind
Your every choice is
By their design
You give 'em every answer, get the question right
Do it all again until they get the one they like
Never see it comin', smoke in your eyes
Are you getting nervous?
(So was... so was...) So was I
Makin' a recovery
Thinkin' that they promised me a lie
I should have died
And now inside, I'm a trinity of suffering
We don't need them, you've got power
Take your freedom, wait for the hour
The gentle voices
Infest your mind
Your every choice is
By their design
Tortured and toyed with
Tear down the blinds
No more charade, the joy parade's not far behind
Please stay a while (Come and find me)
To make a smile (Would you kindly?)
If you love us, you can fix this
There's no doctor for my sickness
As fear begins to fester
All we can hear...
The gentle voices (What pleasant noises)
Infest your mind (You've invested in lies)
Your every choice is (So empty, pointless)
By their design (On assembly lines)
Tortured and toyed with (Procured with poison)
Tear down the blinds (The ties that bind)
No more charade, the joy parade's not far behind
