I know you're not in heaven
No.
The angels don't understand.
All they want is for you to conform to what they were raised to believe
come to church, go to God, and eat your vegetables.
Platitudes won't save me and neither will your optimism.

No, you're a demon like I am.
we don't like chaos but it finds us,
and we don't care because it excites us.
The peace we do find is robbed from us, by laws, bonds and expectations
when the laws are overturned, bonds broken and expectations shattered.
There'll just be us;
loners with the minds of stoners finally accepted by the blissful chaos that awaits us

Just you and I
I don't know who or where you are, or what you're going through.
But I know you're there, because this pain isn't isolated.
I know there are other people who hurt like me, and you're one of them.
But we'll always be alone, even united we're alienated
They call us "patients" but they mean demons, they treat us like a virus.
And it's so heartbreaking because you're my Salem when I open my eyelids.
I mean, you would be, if you were here.

Until then all we have is hope for the future and for each other.
Maybe you're already here and simply undercover,
but until your true side and true nature I discover;
I'll be here, dead on the inside but still fighting to be a lover