The demonic string of voices follow,
My own dissipating shadow
The figure of me,
begins to remodel into something,
Torn down and hollow

A sense of never being alone,
There's always something demonic lurking behind,
My invisible shadow  
It's beyond the ability of mine
No chance of escaping,
Having to surface what I've been facing

Loud in my ear,
Dim piano music performs
Flashes of the presence of evil
If it's demons or devils,
They cause me to fear and tremble
As they put upon their own judgment
beside my ear,
The clock is ticking my time is near