Taken by sleep?-no i’m taken by you-

but i wish sleep would take me- away from the truth-

everything i touch- it crashes and burns-                  

everything i love- it ends up hurt.

I’m not a demon-but I’m controlled by one-

he loves to hear you scream- to see you run-

when you cry its like music- to his ears-

he makes all things good- disappear.

So i would advise you- here and now-

to run before it happens- before he breaks out-

I know what he can do- locked in my head-

and how much worse it will be- if he gets out again.