There is a demon in every soul
Every day it continues to grow
Please do not give in to it
For it has a heavy toll

It picks away at your mind
You can't fathom the pain
It tears, cuts, and carves
Soon the light you can't find

From it you try to hide
By day you have friends
By night you have a glass
**** it will not step aside

You try to pray
God does not answer
The devils' grip tightens
You only look for the end of the day

I'm trying to find the light
My shoulders are sore from sin
The demon is laughing
I am losing my fight

I straddle my throne holding on tight
Feeling safe, the needle rising,
becoming one, machine and man.
I do not know the land ahead.
Dark night masks its curves,
blurring trees pass by as I press on.
I have not been this way before
but my throne has never failed,
needle rising, pressing on.
The road leaves my track
heart stops, I can’t react.
Why have you failed me?
Violent separation, fallen from my throne,
Humbled and low unable to stand.

Everything creates haunting shadows of you.
I can't run from them,
Nor can I hide.
You follow me everywhere.
I can't escape.

From the deepest depths of this heart of mine
Is my vault of feelings that I've ever felt.
Before you, I layed them in a line
and at your feet I knelt.
Surrendering to you every truth
behind every lie.

Can't you see?
Just look out of you.
This beauty
comes not only from within,
but from farm, field, mountain, and glen.
Happenstance and luck had no place
within what is simply heaven's grace.
But yes another gift was choice,
and yes what shakes is my voice
because I cannot force
this society's course.
I cannot show you this is real,
that it is not just how I feel.
That this is truth.
This is light.
But what hurts the most
is seeing the ghost,
the old you,
the knowing you,
the you that's gone.