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Amb The Demon

chest Distress and fess everything until nothing is left It's the (Demon(echo)) It's the Demon(echo) [CHORUS] The Demon takes control of me and I must fight him for my soul The Demon

I was talking to a girl today I said hey what is your name She said not now, I've gotta go I followed her down the hall Right into the bathroom stall

I'll spread me open, stuck to my ribs Are all your infants in abortion cribs You run like roaches, and you try to die I know your poison, in our space

I am a man I am self-aware And everywhere I go You are always right there with me I flirted with you all my life Even kissed you once or twice And to

Try it, try it, try my love Why won't you try it, try it, try my love? I think of you each day, I think of you at night Do you think about me, darling

demons ! Bless the fire ! Bless the demon's fire ! Look to the sky ! And what do you find ? A god that rules in a grace of lies ! Chourse : A demon

It's in my head everyday, A braindead revolution Mixed up in so many ways, But it translates the same, It translates the same. Too bad you get nothing

If you're down and confused And you don't remember who you're talking to Concentration slips away Because your baby is so far away Well there's a rose

Wash off those scabs dear Or fingernail-pick them clean Pray to all your long-lost demons and justify your means Devil has a new shape Devil has a new