I absolutely wonder
If maybe you can see
The long and lanky demons
That sit and stare at me

In the corners of my room
They sit and stare at night
In the edges of my vision
Just within my sight

And I just can't help but wonder
Which set of eyes I should trust
The ones that say demons don't exist
Or the ones that say they must

And you must understand
My reality is twisted
What I continue to deny
Has gone on and persisted

And I have to wonder
That if I close my eyes
If the demons remain
Or if they're but a vanishing lie.