Demons

I must be strong now, these bodies only ever seem to weigh us down,
Walking with the crowds, what was lost is sure to be found.
Yes, we have the sounds, yes we make these sounds.

Lurking, we're high above the curtains, windows tapping, walls uncertain.
Haunting, Ceilings, shadows, Demons. We are creeping, silently feeding.

Seeking the truths hidden beyond the ceiling,
An instinctive feeling feeding freedom,
Your heart beats to the rhythm,
Jesster's precision evolves him into the Beat Demon.

We feed upon the vibes, open your eyes, you are alive.
Taking high above the clouds, above the sky.
Jesster's mind, samples he finds, Psy Ceiling/Dan Demon's words combined.

I trust some of you but have kept a broad point of view.
Watching the drama from the same room,
Dying in the living room,
I only speak the truth, I only speak the truth.

Speak no evil, hear no devils, we are demons and we bring lots of trouble.
Bad intentions and twisted puzzles,
But good expressions because we're keeping it real.

Do you feel? Will all the damage finally heal?
Finally peal away the old sins; this is what is real.
Inhale – exhale, you're breathing with the demons, this air isn't stale.
Sipping on the ceiling, we're here to prevail.
Inhale – exhale, we're here to prevail.