The Demons in my head, haunt me with their dread, it starts in the morning, and follows me throughout until the bed
Is times like this I hate that my Ego clutches close – relentlessly
Vulnerable in the wind, these times within, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe
The world at large in turmoil, much like the chaos raging inside me
The Demons in my head, sometimes they get the worst of me
And the rest of me? The best of me? Lies dormant for me to see. But when The Darkness is at its Brightest, it takes a strong Light to cast a shade.
But the rest of the me, the best of me, I know it’s there cause you see, trouble is I forget, I let, so I can’t see, I can’t see
The Demons in my head, are just another flavor in the spectrum, gotta taste it all, cause Liberation through The Spirit is required, not elective