I said the grass is greener, you said this earth needs salt
So cross your fingers and pray that it's not my fault
This is a battleground of modern minds against fascist times
Preaching to persecute, reject their innocence taking a life for a life means nothing
Means nothing
I've got a few demons stuck in my head
I'll either drown them out or replace them with lead
I've got a few demons deep inside my mind, It's all of me that's left behind
And i'm free to think and free to feel but you suppress it, scared to except it
Changes and difference stand between us
They say it's not my fault, my heart still sinks to the middle of where I feel I belong
(I feel, I feel, I feel i belong)
Please help me help myself, disquiet grows from silence when we bite our tongues
(We bite our fucking tongue)
They're coloured with belligerence, a shade of bellicose,
With a passion for their arrogance, their form of comatose
To segregate and separate for opportune and upper class of fear of living free
The colour of belligerence, the shade of bellicose,
Blissful ignorance and arrogance, their form of comatose
They say it's not my fault, my heart still sinks to the middle of where I feel I belong
(I feel, I feel, I feel I belong)
Please help me help myself, disquiet grows from silence when we bite our tongues
(We bite our fucking)
Changes and difference stand between us
Changes and difference stand between us
They say it's not my fault, my heart still sinks to the middle of where I feel I belong
(I feel, I feel, I feel I belong)
Please help me help myself, disquiet grows from silence when we bite our tongues
(We bite our fucking tongue)
They say it's not my fault, my heart still sinks to the middle of where I feel I belong
(I feel, I feel, I feel I belong)
Please help me help myself, disquiet grows from silence when we bite our tongues
(We bite our fucking tongue)
So i've got a few demons stuck in my mind but i suppress them, scared to accept them