My demons are getting out.
All this strain.
All these vices.

My demons are getting out.
My selfish hunger.
My lack of presence.

My demons are getting out.
Biting at me to let them breed.
Make it easy and let go.

My demons are getting out.
And I battle with them.
As I fall asleep.

My demons are getting out.
As I try to slip away,
They brood in my mind, in pain.

My demons are out.
Who the hell am I kidding.
We make sick, enraged love every night.