Deamon

Let it in Try to figure this one out Find a way To make sense of everything Who would you've become And what would you've believed in to no end Who would you have chosen to worship And who wouldn't let you in The panic gets in your eyes I will behead your deamons The more I try the more I fail When I choose the words to soothe you Somehow it sounds so The panic gets in your eyes I will behead your deamons The more I try the more I fail When I choose the words to soothe you Somehow it sounds so bleak Bleed it out Try to grasp this sorrow somehow I will wait Wait for something to let go What would you have dreamt, And what would you have longed for to no end Who would you have chosen to follow And who wouldn't let you in The panic gets in your eyes I will behead your deamons The more I try the more I fail When I choose the words to soothe you Somehow it sounds so The panic gets in your eyes I will behead your deamons The more I try the more I fail When I choose the words to soothe you Somehow it sounds so bleak The panic gets in your eyes I will behead your deamons The more I try the more I fail When I choose the words to soothe you Somehow it sounds so The panic gets in your eyes I will behead your deamons The more I try the more I fail When I choose the words to soothe you Somehow it sounds so bleak