Take all of the evil out of my head
(I'm gonna set it in your hand, son)
Let it spill out onto the street
Oh, please just let it leave me
What'cha gonna do about the voices?
What'cha gonna do about me?
Take all of these needles out of my arm
(They don't slide in so easily)
Tell me what's your drug of choice, boy?
Satan, suicide or maybe blasphemy
What'cha gonna do about the voices?
What'cha gonna do about me?
Touch me, oh Lord, come down
Make me an angel, put on my wings
Let me dance for you, honey
I wanna show you how good I can be