Из альбома: These Evil Things
you think that you want it are you so sure
this ain't no game were playing truly were pure
your laughing but your lying, you don't understand
i hold the demons back your life's in my hands
i carry the word sometimes, wrapped in my pretty tunes
sometimes the chosen hear and they know what to do
you must be like us, to penetrate this room
i cant see why you don't understand
i hold your life in the palm of my hand
these evil things i struggle to control
are from the darkest place in my soul
my kin are all around, they cover you like pearls
speak to me my demons bright, my hell spawned boys and girls
they'll seek you out my friend and keep you from our world
i beg you please leave this thing alone
what you think is happening is to far from home
don't wake the demons that i try to hide
just take the other path and leave us outside
i cant see why you don't understand
i hold your life in the palm of my hand
these evil things i struggle to control
are from the darkest place in my soul