Turn those voices down
He whispered, he whispered
Let me be your quiet
In this dissonance, this dissonance
I will heal your hurt
He whispered, he whispered
Follow my hand
Through the dark
I'll be your strength, my fading flower
Oh you're not alive, but I am your saviour
Wasted spirits die, and I want you to savour, savour
The rush of power
He whispered, he whispered
When I hold you, you're beautiful
He whispered
Hold the knife tight, in your hand
Come prove your loyalty to me
Oh you're not alive but I am your saviour, saviour
Cos I am the knowing, the reaping, the sowing and
Burn them to the ground
Turn those voices down