sleeping with ghosts

all my friends are sleeping with ghosts it's the memories that haunt them the most think that i might hop on the trend but if i dwell, then i will die with them i killed the voices cause they were holding me down i took your weapon, removed it from my mouth what i thought was love was Satan oh, it's such a mess i'm making where will i go when i die now? and now my brain's on the wall i'd do anything to see them fall and i swear, you don't compare to the one who had it all Jesus Christ would think twice before taking a look in my head but i know that he loves me and hope he forgives me instead