The world that's seen That's not all there is Lost souls, Haunt dreams, We fear what can't be seen Or just choose to not believe, Ignorance can be serene, But Demons do exist Regardless of your beliefs, They enter through internal Moods and emotions They feed for strength based on your negative frequencies, Right now they speak through ink and me, And tend to see and hear the myths people say Now I'm not demonic but I have possession inside of me guiding me My eyes turn white and poetic words Come right up out of me With a silent voice but powerfully! I'm not an evil man But there's something very dark inside of me, and my demons are nothing More than my dark history And that's the darkness I can't seem to exorcise up out of me because it's genuinely a part of me, harnessed as a strength inside of me, and I use it to articulate the presence of true evil and wickedness.
