The Voice

La la la la... la la la...
He sings this song as he walks
He has blood stained hands
And well as a blood stained soul
He could not help it  
He had to kill
The voice told him to
His eyes were blank
His face had no emotion
His wrists...  
Covered with unvanishable scars
La la la la... la la la...
He has been tanted by his own mind
He cant seem to to control himself anymore
Hes like a vampire  
He has the same blood lust
The same disire to kill
He hears that demonic voice again
Telling him to kill
But his heart cant stand it
His heart now battles his mind
Who will prevail...