The Demons That Could Be

Name your poison

On this broken floor

I've seen this end before

You are in this trap alone

Don't think for a second you're going home

Rigid fingers won't make it right

Close your eyes while you pray for sight

Only pain in this disposition

Keep returning your strength for this weakness

I say fuck the system

Use the wisdom as the catalyst

Then we'll burn it all down

Do you feel ready?

My back is turned on you

So pure and fitting

The demons that could be are killing you

You're most unwilling

Eyes roll back with the burn of a companion

In hell you're drifting

The demons that could be will make it right

Doomed to this subtle end

Attachment not a friend

Feel sick you're the witness

Comprehension fails you

Now it's death entails you

This phallic shit must stop

It's mockery sends out the closing crop

Facing westward

You must travel alone

Take one last look at it's bitter laugh

And one day a priest will release you

I will no longer be your sober fantasy

Do you feel ready?

My back is turned on you

So pure and fitting

The demons that could be are killing you

You're most unwilling

Eyes roll back with the burn of a companion

In hell you're drifting

The demons that could be will make it right

Do you feel ready?

My back is turned on you

So pure and fitting

The demons that could be are killing you