I'm chased by demons
But I'm not sure I want to get away
Branded by blissful consequences
I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to bring rhythm
To these chaotic days

Are you the plague on my heart?
Or the antidote I've been waiting on?
Are you dawn that floods this darkened room?
Or the black hole absorbing everything?

I'm chased by demons
But I'm not sure I care who catches me first
Branded by blissful consequences
It's clear I have no hope of ever quenching
This undeniable thirst

Are you the wooden door to my memories?
Or the padlock resting against it?
Are you the blood coursing through these veins?
Or the edges drawing it from these open wounds?