Wake up this morning, what do I see?
Some kind of monster's looking down at me
It's a reflection in the mirror I see
Demons inside of me
Whispering voices, telling me things
Creeping out my soul, morbid visions
So tell me preacher what to believe
There's something wrong with me
Some days are just like any other day
I go to work and shoot the shit with my friends
Other days something takes ahold of me
I feel the demons inside right inside of me
Whispering voices, telling me things
Creeping out my soul, morbid visions
So tell me preacher what to believe
There's something wrong with me
Something wrong with me
Demons
Demons
Few people see me for who I really am
I'm good at hiding the demons
If they knew I might have to make another plan
On the other side of the border
The border!
There's demons inside of me
There's demons inside of you
There's demons inside of us
Demons inside!
Wake up this morning, what do I see
Some kind of monster's looking down at me
It's a reflection in the mirror I see
Demons inside of me
Whispering voices, telling me things
Creeping out my soul, morbid visions
So tell me preacher what to believe
There's something wrong with me
Demons
Our demons
Your demons
My demons