They are in my head Screaming at me that I should be dead. Tearing me, ripping me apart These monsters who wanted me from the start. Â The echoes ringing, so far unreturned Leave me deaf, and rather concerned. Dancing flames lick before my eyes But grabbing them would be unwise. Â Screaming, Shouting, Roaring in my brain The sounds of battle that are under the strain Of this madness around us all the time The sickness that dwells deep within the paradigm. Â --Andy McRae--Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â --5/1/20--