DRUMBEAT

The demon inside me is hungry to eat,

hungry to eat, hungry to eat.

He sings to me memories that lull me to sleep,

lull me to sleep, lull me to sleep.

In my confusion I dream in disgust,

dream in disgust, dream in disgust.

While watching my conscience melt into rust,

melt into rust, melt into rust.

 

Nothing now stirs me, not even love,

not even love, not even love.

Because nothing exists in this world that I have,

Not even love in this world that I have.

Who would believe the child that was,

Lost within shadows without a cause,

Covering its footsteps making a map,

Forget who you’re now, come take a nap.

 

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