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EXERCISING MY DEMONS

Sick... and so goddamn tired
Of engorging my curse before the fire
Called everything from a prophet to a fucking liar

The voices will not stop
They're driving me to bedlam
Bullet to the head - straight to the top
I am exorcising
Exercising my demons

Chained... to this sinking vessel
Not screaming for help but high like a missle
Double, double toil and trouble mortar and pestle

The voices will not stop
They're driving me to bedlam
Bullet to the head - straight to the top
I am exorcising
Exercising my demons

� the witch's brew
� so cold and cruel
� god's greatest trick
� was convincing the world
� that he exists

Clear... headed to the abyss
On haunted pages inked by the phantoms' kiss
I cannot kill the devil within my apocalypse

The voices will not stop
They're driving me to bedlam
Bullet to the head - straight to the top
I am exorcising
Exercising my demons

� you know what they say
� if you can't kll 'em
� JOIN 'EM