Demons

He was 35 years old, rain was covering his coat
Twilight in the streets, no highlight, and his tweets lately were cold
He took the relevant measurements
Paraphrased the matter he was gettin' em' for
Hammering his beliefs into his damaged brain
Manic we would say, but for him, it meant much more
Men just can't imagine what has happened to his soul
But this night rage was driving him
No second thoughts or try again
He promised to himself that he would never ever let her go
Next day's headlines saying: Man tried to slay a kind, innocent girl
But manslaughter didn't happen
It's untold what prevented him for ending it, intelligence or panic
It's irrelevant for anyone, cuz the menace stayed unfolded

When our demons come to play and our feelings can't obey
The man in the mirror yells at me
Who am I to judge
When our demons come to play and our feelings can't obey
The man in the mirror yells at me
Who am I to judge

Yeah, Melina was a pretty one
She had everything every little girl could want
She knew her hand and she had her fun
Men looked twice, like Honey, wanna have a go
Got her loving folks around at home
Gave her love, gave her life, oh she never felt alone
Hmm, hmm, who am I to judge
Oh she never felt alone
But is there anything like it's perfect
When you have everything that is "urgent" and even more
Lord, would you be anything but ravishing and sterling
Or are we guaranteed to stain? Guaranteed to fail
The centerpiece of a mannequin
Obeying to what we feel is the real deal and the metaphor of the grail
Cuz if you ask her friends you get an unexpected answer
People who know her well would say: she's fun mixed with some anger
Once you keep on asking all those questions
They will mention: It could happen that she' d act a monster
On those she can't stand
Or even on some poor guys without self-esteem
Her manors were known as bad-tempered
Her lack of respect made Gregor sad
And it's even worse, he fell in love
Even after she made fun of him in front of em'
What a disaster

When our demons come to play and our feelings can't obey
The man in the mirror yells at me
Who am I to judge
When our demons come to play and our feelings can't obey
The man in the mirror yells at me
Who am I to judge

Madness, pain, aggression, hate, bruises, word battles, neglection
They called him: fool, fatty, a loser, slackly man with crappy brains
That's what the youth of Gregor was made out of
No happy days, 20 years back
As he craved for help the most and sadness reigned
With this kind of a start to life, it was hard for him to get engaged
A renegade for life was made out of him
His parents made grand mistakes as they raised that kid
What a mad case that have had fate written at its cover
But he managed to accept and handle his suffering well
He even fell in love with a girl
Great guy you think
On top of the world
May it shine on him
But what when I tell you: He tried to murder Melina that night
She was hurting his feelings disturbing his demons, conjuring a fight
Well... let this sink in, without thinking he was sad but right
Or screaming out your feelings for Melina, just try to be quiet
Because It ain't on us to decide
It never is or will be just black or just white

When our demons come to play and our feelings can't obey
The man in the mirror yells at me
Who am I to judge
When our demons come to play and our feelings can't obey
The man in the mirror yells at me
Who am I to judge
Who am I to judge
Who am I to judge
Who am I to judge
Who am I to judge
Who am I to judge
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm