Speaker for the Dead

Well lately, I've filled myself with dread Hearing whispers, whispers in my head From a speaker, a speaker for the dead Is it the Lord's word, or the Devil's that he says I don't know what they, I don't know what they mean But every whisper, it makes me want to scream Shadows, shadows on the wall Growing taller, moving faster as I crawl For an exit, but an exit's hard to find In the labyrinth, the labyrinth of my mind I don't know what they, I don't know what they mean But every whisper, makes me want to scream I don't know what they, I don't know what they mean But every whisper, makes me want to scream I don't know where to, I don't know where to go They come so fast but, every whispers slow