| Song | Voices |
| Artist | Matt Skiba And The Sekrets |
| Album | Babylon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| On the ceiling there’s a feeling and its spreading like ink that is slowly spilling out from the well | |
| And all the guilt that you felt smiling down from above with a pit inside you deeper than hell | |
| And it’s a crime all the time you spent blaming yourself | |
| All is fine in the shrine of mystery and doubt | |
| And I tried, I tried, I tried to explain they’re in vain but it’s no fucking help | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you’ve been fed | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead | |
| The living dead | |
| On the floor by the door there’s a sliver of light and a pair of cloven feet standing there | |
| And there’s a knock as the clock strikes 3:33, as you awaken to a living nightmare | |
| And it’s a shame that you blame your bad luck on a girl | |
| You destroy and rejoice as you fuck up the world | |
| And I scream, I scream, I scream and I dream of the day that you’re finally gone | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you’ve been fed | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead | |
| The living dead | |
| I escaped to a place called Babylon | |
| Through the gates face to face with the seven headed one | |
| I escaped to a place called Babylon | |
| Never to return I’m here to burn eternally home sweet home | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you’ve been fed | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you’ve been fed | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead |
| On the ceiling there' s a feeling and its spreading like ink that is slowly spilling out from the well | |
| And all the guilt that you felt smiling down from above with a pit inside you deeper than hell | |
| And it' s a crime all the time you spent blaming yourself | |
| All is fine in the shrine of mystery and doubt | |
| And I tried, I tried, I tried to explain they' re in vain but it' s no fucking help | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you' ve been fed | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead | |
| The living dead | |
| On the floor by the door there' s a sliver of light and a pair of cloven feet standing there | |
| And there' s a knock as the clock strikes 3: 33, as you awaken to a living nightmare | |
| And it' s a shame that you blame your bad luck on a girl | |
| You destroy and rejoice as you fuck up the world | |
| And I scream, I scream, I scream and I dream of the day that you' re finally gone | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you' ve been fed | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead | |
| The living dead | |
| I escaped to a place called Babylon | |
| Through the gates face to face with the seven headed one | |
| I escaped to a place called Babylon | |
| Never to return I' m here to burn eternally home sweet home | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you' ve been fed | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you' ve been fed | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead |
| On the ceiling there' s a feeling and its spreading like ink that is slowly spilling out from the well | |
| And all the guilt that you felt smiling down from above with a pit inside you deeper than hell | |
| And it' s a crime all the time you spent blaming yourself | |
| All is fine in the shrine of mystery and doubt | |
| And I tried, I tried, I tried to explain they' re in vain but it' s no fucking help | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you' ve been fed | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead | |
| The living dead | |
| On the floor by the door there' s a sliver of light and a pair of cloven feet standing there | |
| And there' s a knock as the clock strikes 3: 33, as you awaken to a living nightmare | |
| And it' s a shame that you blame your bad luck on a girl | |
| You destroy and rejoice as you fuck up the world | |
| And I scream, I scream, I scream and I dream of the day that you' re finally gone | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you' ve been fed | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead | |
| The living dead | |
| I escaped to a place called Babylon | |
| Through the gates face to face with the seven headed one | |
| I escaped to a place called Babylon | |
| Never to return I' m here to burn eternally home sweet home | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you' ve been fed | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you' ve been fed | |
| All alone with the voices in your head | |
| In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead |