DEMONS (Village People)


They are coming for you,
They are coming to get you
No matter the distance they must catch up
No matter your speed they must match up.



Your cries of anguish are music to their ears
They grow bigger as they feed on your fears
They are not here to make you feel better
Always ready to cause havoc in any weather



Their claws are like tentacles in your soul
Alive.. Poise, in every angle - to strike a blow
The moment of doom fast approaches
Adrenaline shots can't ease the damages



Now you wish you had taken a stand
As your lifetime flashes through your eyes
You hope for a miracle.. You wish for a wand
Alas! It's too late.. As your demons claim their prize.



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