Wicked demons crawl in my brian, wicked demons supply my pain, now I know that im insane, I try to cut away, but it all comes back, knocking on my door, in the night, in the pitch black. My mistakes and screw ups dont go away, I need something to pass on the day, but when it wears off and i feel sad, even though I have done nothing cold or bad. My salvation is far from were I stand, all my life I have never asked for a helping hand, So god up high shuts the clouds, brought the rain on me from then till now. I hate the living, morn the dead, Those dam demons are fuking up my head, What im thinking wont go away, the demons give birth to a nightmare everyday. So when I die you will see, what these demons have done to me
