Old Demons

I really don't know, I don't know where to begin
But all those old demons who lurked...
Well, they still lurk within.
Some choose to creep, some choose to crawl
But do you know them, like I know them?
The ones that trick and the ones that trawl?

And who the hell are you anyway?
Sitting there staring at me...
With your silent opinions and with naught to say
Smiling that smile, showing those bloody fangs for teeth
You know them, don't you? Like I know them
Cos I've seen you before; but not holding a wreath

And with a wreath (it's not the end) it's where I begin
The symbol of old demons who lurked...
And they still lurk within.
So you must be one of them who is always haunting
With your dead flowers in a ring
And your mocking look that's naught but taunting

But who the hell am I anyway?
Sitting here staring at you...
With my silent opinions and with naught to say
But my smile's as broad as a mile as the sirens sing a song of sin
Cos I know them as well as you know them
All those old demons who still lurk, they lurk within