You can't seem to hide
From the Demons deep inside
Truth is hard to find
When all we hear and see and fear
Are your lies, your lies
Your lies...
Who will run and hide
When it's time to follow you?
(Cuz you know that it's true that...)
Every now and then you get a little bit funny and you can't pretend
That the Demon's winning the war inside
You will see the light when it's time to, follow you
And you know that it's true that:
Every now and then you get a little bit funny and you can't pretend
That your soul is dying alone, inside