Nightmare-fighting demons
They’re fighting for my sins
To keep on going
“We’re your friends
we’re not leaving
It’s what we’re feeding on
You reap what you sow
And the reaper foresaw
Your belief in grand scheme
And your deeds to redeem
To heaven you’re not going
Hell shall claim you first
Guess your soul is cursed
You’re so fucking tired?
You haven’t seen a thing
That’s your brain wired
Like a puppet on a string
But you have to cut it loose.”
“I’m hanging from a noose
I’m not writing my will
I’ve already lost it
That’s how I put it
God bestow upon us
And save the worthless
In death, solace I sought
Or is it what I thought?”
