Demons

Seen the world governed by cruelty
From the great white to the men that rule it
They say I’m crazy cause I will not kill
But that blood don’t come off so easy
And I already got sins all in my dreams, now
Maybe I can rest easy when my heart goes still
Demons are getting slain
Blowin up all the bullshit
That’s blockin up my brain
Make sure not to get mired
In the masquerade
Maybe my demons
Are my saving grace
Now I know there’s a separation between
Correlation and causation
But I gotta wonder why I’m takin ill?
Good red whiskey and sour tangie
And for an hour I understand me
But they can fix you up just with a tiny pill
Demons are getting slain
Blowin up all the bullshit
That’s blockin up my brain
Make sure not to get mired
In the masquerade
Maybe my demons
Are my saving grace
The doctor ask, «is it your self esteem?
Cause baby, we got pills for that.»
I said, «no, I know, I know I’m an exquisite breed
But no one seem to recognize my quality.»
No, don’t call yet for the pauper’s hearse
I’m well-versed in getting by on nothing
I- I’m living well, but in reverse
Cursed with a cornucopia of cunning
I’m apt to snap in half
When this mind of mine can’t do the math
But you still love me
Don’t ya honey?
Demons are getting slain
Blowin up all the bullshit
That’s blockin up my brain
Make sure not to get mired
In the masquerade
Maybe my demons
Are my saving grace
Maybe my demons are all I have
My only wealth
If I slay my demons, do I essentially kill myself?