For kara

Hear the demonic songs
Hear them in your head
They remind you of all your wrongs
And how you should be dead

Don't listen to the songs they sing
Don't listen to their advice
They give you false hopes of a diamond ring
And tell your skin; be slice

The blood pours
The tears fall
The self-wars
Come across a wall

I'm telling this to warn you
Don't let their war be won

The demons know that the morning dew
Will bring their end; to the rising sun

Be strong, stand your ground
And have your war be won
'Til Judgement Day...trumpet sound