This feeling deep down inside.
Don't know what it is,
But it's eating me alive.

These monsters of the mind,
They make their victims cower.
You can run, but you can't hide,
Because from beneath you, they devour.

These demons of the soul
They're the thoughts that scare you most.
You can't even feel whole,
Because you're empty. You're a ghost.

But you don't know what are these things.
So you always wonder - "who?"
Are they evil creatures? Fiends?
The answer is simple.
It's you.

These fears of the heart,
They turn you into a coward.
Even when you run, you're back on the start.
Because from inside you... it devours.