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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


Author's Note
2024 Frank Green
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