MY DEMON FRIENDS

My demon friends, they won't let me sleep, they wanna party

They said I need to pay for my sins, even if I'm sorry

They said a chance at the rest of my life is costly

And that it'll most likely be my own if I ever catch a body

But I don't wanna die, I got high, and thought maybe I'll be alright

My thoughts are a blend of hopeful and contrite

Wanna make it, on my Sybyr shit, so I guess I gotta fight

Wanna express these emotions, so I guess I gotta write

But it's like half the time I don't know what to say, oh the irony

If I succumb to these fucking demons I won't go quietly

Shedding my own blood, I guess the last thing I need is privacy