These demons twist my intentions To sate their appetites. No, I won't dare test the friction, Girl, you really know the type. A vision empty, Only then I realize My eyes cannot see their lies. Their sounds won't carry (whoa-oh-oh-oh) 'Cross the hold In this faded reality. They seem to fold. Bending the lights With the heads on their shoulders. Staring down at their fallen soldiers. Carry me on the backs of man, These seething demons cower again.
