Testo Between The Demons Raised Fist
And no one can hear me cry. Iâm the rest of your life. And sadly I stand trial.
Come to me my child.
Iâm trapped between the demons, have to get away from the darkest season.
Wiping the sweat off my forehead seconds before his eyes turn into red. Iâm
looking for another location, simply running into desperation. Nothing changes
Iâve lost my faith. Why did I have to grow up in hate?
Feels like a living insanity. I am the dark reality. Something is pulling me
down. I capture all the hate around. Moving in different corners. I make you
feel worthless. It feels like Iâm on trial. Come to me my child.