Depression, the voice.
You’ve got the voice of an angel, a father figure who tells stories and fables.
Picks people up, makes them feel special and more able.
My name’s depression, I’m here to turn the tables.
Mad ideas to see me as your thoughts spin through viaducts discreetly.
Drowning beyond the faith you hide behind to stay afloat, how do you really cope?
What are you gonna do when I rock the boat?
Here’s the thing, somewhere near sleep and dreaming.
That place where the you should start with and believing, yeah that calm place.
That’s where you’ll hear me screaming your name, in your voice with your words turned sour and cursed.
Make sure you slip the verse.
When you’re rock steady and able you’ll freeze.
Uncertain you’ll hit reverse.
Tell me again with your voice and your pen.
How do you stop this depression organ?