The Demons Inside
Lurking, creeping within the depths of my soul
Yeah, you know like us all, I can - I can pretend they’re invisible, non-existent
But reality is that excuse has grown quite old
They hold dominance in my life
Despite my endless fight to keep them from what’s good and bright
Creatures of such darkness and lowness, yet always seem to cut on through to the light
And every time reaching a new height
I’m losing my might, my will, my little strength to carry on
Accepting what they feed me, taking it in like a nice song
“Nice” though filled with subliminal wrong
Crafted by unconscious, yet conscious money hungry producers
Who are straight gone on Mary Jane stuffed bongs
I long and yearn to get rid of these creatures in me
But no
No exorcism done even by the Pope, head bishop and patriarch of Rome can drive them away
Only I can face them, make them decay
Though they’re eternal inner demons, so a small part will always stay
But hey, even Satan has to deal/put up with his own demons
Just sucks that mine are locked in me stealing my life
That is it though, time to stop this unending collide
I’m suiting up making a new divide
‘Cause I’m taking out the demons
The demons inside
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