The Deamon

There’s a dark voice inside my head
And it whispers insecurities until I’m dead
So each night to silence his point of view
And now the drinking here rumbled, rumble and stops
Overthink and I’ll crumble his stumbling blocks
I don’t want his opinion, don’t want his point of view
Can’t tell me what to do
And then I wake up in the morning light
The Deamon deep inside me
I don’t see a sign of light
But each night I fear as the sun goes down
The Daemon will come around
And now the drinking here rumbled, rumble and stops
Overthink and I’ll crumble his stumbling blocks
I don’t want his opinion, don’t want his point of view
Can’t tell me what to do
And now the drinking here rumbled, rumble and stops
Overthink and I’ll crumble his stumbling blocks
I don’t want his opinion, don’t want his point of view
Can’t tell me what to do
And each night as I lay in bed
I hear his nasty voice, it goes through my head
I want somber sleeping, I’ll hear him until I’m dead
Unless I get him out of my head
And now the drinking here rumbled, rumble and stops
Overthink and I’ll crumble his stumbling blocks
I don’t want his opinion, don’t want his point of view
Can’t tell me what to do
And now the drinking here rumbled, rumble and stops
Overthink and I’ll crumble his stumbling blocks
I don’t want his opinion, don’t want his point of view
Can’t tell me what to do