You think that you want it are you so sure
This aint no game were playing [bad word] were pure
Your laughing but your lieing 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 just 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 I try to hide
Just take the other path and leave us out side