Blut Royale

Come here the voices in my head,
they say you wanna hurt me and they want you dead.
They're scraping the bottom of the barrel of life.
There's a million different voices and they're synchronized
Into one little army that will kill you all!
Injecting my brain with adrenaline,
they're marching and screaming; they wanna get out.
They are armed to the teeth...It's the blut royale!