The demons are here, so near they stay.
Near they stay to take me away.
They take me away to somewhere new.
Somewhere new where I’ll meet you.

You’ll fill my heart with razor blades,
You’ll fill my tummy with endless aches.
You’ll treat me right, then turn around,
Show to me your evil frown.

You’ll say you’re sorry, then take it back.
After all, your heart is black.
I wish you would stop talking smack,
But we all know that wish is whack.