DEMONS

I can't feel anything (oh yeah)
I can't feel anything (oh yeah)
I have [bad word] the pain (oh no)
I have [bad word] my own
DEMONS
DEMONS

Like a quarter dug out of a homeless man's pocket
Like a finger torn out from the socket
I tried it and I knock it
I'm just mad, 'cause nobody wants to steal
MY SOUL

I'm scared to death 
of myself

I can't feel anything (oh yeah)
I can't feel anything (oh yeah)
I have [bad word] the pain (oh no)
I have [bad word] my own
DEMONS
DEMONS

Let's go
That's right
Can't close my eyes
I'm just mad, 'cause nobody wants my 
SOUL

I can't close my eyes
I can't close my eyes
I can't close my eyes
I can't close my eyes

Turn the radio on
To the techno station
Keep it a few points off, so it sounds [bad word] 
Then it matches my head
All static with the meters in the red
I'm feeling half dead

I'm scared to death 
of myself

I can't feel anything (oh yeah)
I can't feel anything (oh yeah)
I have [bad word] the pain (oh no)
I have [bad word] my own
DEMONS
DEMONS

Oh let's go
That's right
Can't close my eyes

I can't close my eyes
I can't close my eyes
I can't close my eyes
I can't close my eyes

DEMONS