Deamons
I feel their eyes
They’re waiting
Watching
Long for the moment
That I cry
And my heart is open
Then they'll devour me
They'll feed on me
My soul will be gone
I 'll be a shell
My former self
I can't live
Take me now
Bring me to Heaven
I am Yours
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