See the man in his pin striped suit?
He looks just like me and you.
But he hears voices inside his head
A secret shame? What can he do?
A distant thought in a broken mind
Hidden far from view.
If he confessed that he thinks they're real
Would you show, truly show him just how you feel?

On the inside, you know, you know
A shame that you hide, but you know
You won't show....

To be told that you're deluded
That things you see have never been
A waking dream that questions who you are.
To include or preclude him
To recognise or look away
A judgement call you know you have to make.

And I hear the voices in my head
And they call to me, yes they call to me
And I hear them crawling in my head
And they call to me, as they crawl in me