You make fun of me,
And try to joke around,
For you are afraid
I’ll let your secret out.
I find you pathetic,
And your excuses likewise —
Demons hide in the dark,
You say?
Then what are you doing
In the sunlight?
You make fun of me,
And try to joke around,
For you are afraid
I’ll let your secret out.
I find you pathetic,
And your excuses likewise —
Demons hide in the dark,
You say?
Then what are you doing
In the sunlight?
There’s something wild
Inside of each of us,
Some kind of demon
Caged in a cell of skin,
And it tries to get free,
To get the worst of us
Show its face and rip us open,
Making our soul bleed.