Probably

No one said that building an empire was going to be easy

Everyone wants to bring down the king

Even if no one knows he's the king

The voices in his head are calling for his head

Why do the voices want an outcome that will lead to their demise?

The voices in my head are like republicans who vote against their own interest

Do the voices in my head feel there is a better situation?

Who are they?

Why so many voices?

It's getting loud in here

I can't hear with all the screaming

Die

And they tell me the same

It's war

I want death

They want death

And no one wins

What does a guy have to do to acheive victory around here?

Surrender? 

Probably

What does a guy have to do to get answers around here?

Stop asking questions?

Probably

Glass of chaos

I'm so close all the time

It's constantly as if it could go both ways

Dark or light

Stress or free

It's jail or flight

Seems to be running

But more like a dream

I almost escape my head sometimes

I feel high

Then I'm pulled back in

But I remember

I'm building

I guess I'll continue 

I'm trying to enjoy myself

I laugh more

I cried

Or at least I felt close

It's getting better

But it's like I'm on the other side of a glass wall

Beyond the glass is a nightmare

My side of the glass is like a Carwash 

I see the car going through

I'm inside but I'm touching the glass of chaos

You first

Waiting waiting waiting for nothing

Expecting expecting expecting

You're not fucking pregnant!

Hoping and dreaming

It fades

You're left behind

Memories are bullshit

They're pretend

They're nothing

Except the death

This brings the memories of regret

Memories are everything 

But they're not for the weak in spirit

Don't be a coward

We have too many

We're all scared already

Be scared

You can't help that

Walk straight into the thought

Walk straight into the worst case

I've been there

It all eventually evaporates

It's not real

Nothing is

Unless you say it is

Some type of a circle

I'm beyond lost now

I could say it's dark but it's more than that

I have quiet periods

I see colors

I'm high

But sometimes I'm in too much pain

It's all there

As ugly as I can be

I am beautiful

I hate this

But this is life

I can't seem to embrace this truth

But unfortunately truth eventually embraces us all

I didn't think I could still stand

But my legs work

Today I got up and walked

I'm not here but I am somewhere

It's not the end

I'm back again

It's some type of a circle