Demons

During the day, but namely night
I find it hard to fight 
I pick up the pieces that have been scattered today
And I have absolutely nothing left to say

When I attempt to pray, my bones ache 
Knowing my soul isn't one to take
If I told you, you blood is poison 
Would you think that I'm just one of the voices 

That ransack your thoughts, every single second 
They use your brain as a weapon 
But if you take some time 
And search throughout your mind 

You'll find the slightest empathy 
It sounds as the sweetest melody 
And if you ignore the voices 
You can finally make your own choices