Demons in me popping to come out
Sometime they cry sometime they shout
I said them to hold their horses
They said 'we're no more worses,
The real devil is in your instinct
And we, we're going extinct
Man is all demon, witch and beast
And we're here to enjoy our feast
The feast of his misery and sufferings
In the waves of melancholy he sings.
A battle between me and me
And demons are roaming free,
Free in the world of confine
My world of misery and repine
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