Deamon

Let it in
Try to figure this one out
Find a way
To make sense of everything
Who would you've become
And what would you've believed in to no end
Who would you have chosen to worship
And who wouldn't let you in

The panic gets in your eyes
I will behead your deamons
The more I try the more I fail
When I choose the words to soothe you
Somehow it sounds so
The panic gets in your eyes
I will behead your deamons
The more I try the more I fail
When I choose the words to soothe you
Somehow it sounds so bleak

Bleed it out
Try to grasp this sorrow somehow
I will wait
Wait for something to let go
What would you have dreamt,
And what would you have longed for to no end
Who would you have chosen to follow
And who wouldn't let you in

The panic gets in your eyes
I will behead your deamons
The more I try the more I fail
When I choose the words to soothe you
Somehow it sounds so
The panic gets in your eyes
I will behead your deamons
The more I try the more I fail
When I choose the words to soothe you
Somehow it sounds so bleak

The panic gets in your eyes
I will behead your deamons
The more I try the more I fail
When I choose the words to soothe you
Somehow it sounds so
The panic gets in your eyes
I will behead your deamons
The more I try the more I fail
When I choose the words to soothe you
Somehow it sounds so bleak