Put your hands to the sky and know that you'll be alright Another hit of that light You'll make it another night Fire burns slowly but you aren't lonely The voices in your head telling you to take the meds Hear the crying of your own self dying And im not lying when I say...
Carry me to the house of demons cause I don't have any other reasons and we've come to far to debate it now The queens already lost her crown.
Was supposed to be a song but I like this more as a poem.