Disease of Horror: Demons

The demons tell you it's over
To talk with yourself for all your years
That jumping out of your skin to find love
Is your only means so dream on forever
How the love watching us run in circles

Could never understand you completely
Maybe with a multitude of years and love
But all I want is for us to shake it the wounds
Let go the past and this loneliness disease

Like vultures instead of parrots in our ears
Mixing us up getting us to give up early
As if each day was no moment at all
That the end is a reset to year zero

I want to understand what I can
Maybe after a multitude of loves years
Then the wounds will be forgiven
As the demons disappear
Even after you wake up