My Demons

Yea.
Y'all didn't think I was done, did y'all
Nah, I could never be done
Not as long as I have these demons

We've all got our demons, but mine are the meanest
They won't let me get too close to the ones I need the most
They're angry and violent, the show uninvited
So you better run away, for my demons come to play hey

I think my end is near so I live my life without fear
It's like I'm not who I appear I hide the voices I hear
They tell me cut you ear to ear with a piece of a mirror
Pull up a seat and watch you bleed while I drink cheap beer
Yea I'm weird I know, what you think that I don't
I'm bout to kill yo ass next, do you think that I won't
Why is it when I'm around people I still feel alone
But when I'm talking to my demons I feel right at home
My life was seeming real pointless and I was always feeling lonely
But then I started to hear voices and I feel like they know me
Now I feel my confidence growing I'll take my shot without knowing
So you can keep hoping that I'll choke but I'm not the one to be provoking
It's like the old me is dead, it's just a thing of the past
A lot goes on in head but I use my smile as a mask
I didn't think I'd get this bad but it could always be worse
So if I don't get a chance to say fuck you I'ma say it here first

We've all got our demons, but mine are the meanest
They won't let me get too close to the ones I need the most
They're angry and violent, the show uninvited
So you better run away, for my demons come to play hey

These demons aint leaving they're in my head and thoughts
They got me thinking I'm a monster like my neck has bolts
Every time I try to lay in my bed they haunt
But to tell the truth they're the only friends I want
Cause they help to cope with everything that I don't
And they say supporting clown shit's like being led by cults
I think I'm dead or I might have slept in red dyed mulch
Cause there's so much blood on my clothes so I try to check my pulse
But there's no signs of vitals, not sure if I'm alive while my thoughts dive in spirals
Then all these rhymes pile up that's what I call being mindful
I couldn't reason with these demons if I tried they're spiteful
So any clout chasers come for me you're guaranteed to go viral
Cause you're gonna get this mic shoved right down the pipe of your pie hole
You'll get murdered over vinyl, I put that on the bible
We told you Mike that we would take control of your life
I know, I know

We've all got our demons, but mine are the meanest
They won't let me get too close to the ones I need the most
They're angry and violent, the show uninvited
So you better run away, for my demons come to play hey