Be careful not to wake the demon,
Inside of me,
He hides inside of me,
He never strides too far from me,
Sometime he lets me forget he has some control,
Over my tainted soul,
When my soul goes cold,
That’s when he’s in control,
Of my tainted soul,
Inside I feel so cold,
I feel completely alone,
I feel the anger rising inside,
Like the evening tied,
I feel like he is going to consume my soul,
I fear soon I will lose control.
It will be hard to win,
Because it knows every sin,
Every despicable thing I did,
it’s going to be difficult to win,
The fight within.