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Dead By April

Feeding Demons

 

Feeding Demons


This work of art of needle marks is hard to come by
Paint like a Pollock it's a map at night (map at night)
She never smiles unless the bite hits dead right
Oh you can try but it's a waste of time

The voice that wins you every time is your guide
Jekyll is destroyed by Hyde every time
Scratch at the floor inside your mind, you'll be fine
And just when you feel okay, it comes

Try making friends with the monster in me
This time I'm building a wall around the demon I feed
I keep scratching, I pick it till it bleeds
Until I cave in to the demon I feed
To the demon I feed
To the demon I feed

The laugh in my head
Echoes throughout my body
A big empty space
Where it roams freely
It keeps laughing at me
The demon I feed

The voice that wins you every time is your guide
Jekyll is destroyed by Hyde every time
Scratch at the floor inside your mind, you'll be fine
And just when you feel okay, it comes

Try making friends with the monster in me
This time I'm building a wall around the demon I feed
I keep scratching, I pick it till it bleeds
Until I cave in to the demon I feed
To the demon I feed

You know your mantra isn't working
When you hit it 'til it's hurting
And when death comes fucking flirting
Have a chat with her in person
Bayonet between your teeth
A smile high on self-belief
Say you are feared by the reaper
So the living get to keep you

Try making friends with the monster...
It comes

Try making friends with the monster in me
This time I'm building a wall around the demon I feed
I keep scratching, I pick it till it bleeds
Until I cave in to the demon I feed
To the demon I feed

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