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Bowing down to the demons

As they tear at me

Giving into obsessions

And I can't breath

Breaking through the walls again

The screams in the dark

Leading me to the nightmares

Deep inside my heart



Too late for salvation

So the children say

In sweet whispers of madness

As they take me away

To the dreams that I fear

I fear I will not last

The demons tear at my flesh

I see it coming fast



Not a significant birthright

Just a claim to pain

With fresh blood on the walls

I start to go insane

The temptation so fleeting

To be where I came from

The resurrection completing

As I become the son



I'm ready to take off

And just leave it behind

Too many wars for my soul

Fought inside my mind

Too much pain to repress

No more love in my heart

No more tears in my eyes

As I tear it apart



I once danced with angels

In the moonlit beams

Now I dance a thin line

Between my death and dreams

Bowing down to the demons

As they take me away

I'm too late for salvation

So the children say