Demon

I always wind up fighting off these hunters
And in calm space
Every reason falls off and I wonder
If ever I could speak

Is it you or is it me
That gets cut by this disease?
Is it you or is it me
That gets caught?

Having second thoughts could kill two lovers
Or thoughts of defeat
Does it often fall back as I wonder
If ever I could speak?

Is it you or is it me
That gets cut by this disease?
Is it you or is it me
That gets caught?

I am that plot that gets mangled in the pins
I am that spot that gets worn off in the end
I am that plot that gets mangled in the pins
I am that spot that gets caught up and caught up
I am that spot that gets mangled
I am that plot that gets caught
I am that spot that gets mangled
I am that spot

But two boxes remain
If we could only dust them off and memorize the real phrase
We have bled let our supply
If we don't give up soon they're sure to find a blade
And we'll die

We have have bled our full supply
If we don't give up soon they're sure to find a blade
And we'll die
We have bled our full supply deny
If we don't give up soon they're sure to find a blade
And we'll die

We are awful, awful, awful
We are awful

I always wind up fighting off these hunters
And in strange ways everybody falls off
And I wonder
If ever I could speak

Is it you or is it me
That get cut by this disease?
Is it you or is it me
That gets caught?



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Writer(s): Dakota Boggs
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