Demons Or Desguise

I can hear their husky voices, Calling out from the shadows, Can't you see it as treason!? You stand vacant and alone, So distant from your soul, You hold it, As gold, You call it, Your reason, An' ignore it, It's to be your demon.. I stand alone in my truth, Because the crowded lies, Are not my scene, Now don't anyone ask me why? Because I, Would rather be me, Then just be seen. Still in confusion, Still from the shadows, They're calling out treason. Oh I harbour demons, And I, Look for the fallen hallo's, And I, Call for pitch forks n horns, Because the little matter of how and who, Yourself and others covered by shadows just like you, Perceive me to be, I am as I was born, An you'll miss me, When you fall, And I am gone.