Catatonia

Look in your own eyes

And if you know now the mirror of the spirit
You know you're made of, completely made of black despair
Made of sadness, hate, hate and greed

When the night falls – demons come
I am inert, I let them come
And I hear – "close your eyes"
And I hear – "close your mind"
Communing with them I fall down
Deeper and deeper, I'm dying out
I'm not afraid of it – it's a dream
I want to rest from it
From hell
Hell in my head
I can be afraid only of thing I don't know well
I'm sinking free, I feel no pain
Demons rip my soul
And I want no help, no more
Death is a friend, it's my natural state

Fuuuuuck!
Fuck you, fuck me!
Yeah!

It's a demon's game – you know?
You're not a player – you're a pawn
You are round of their game
Catatonia is the way
To make you weak, to make you sad
To deprive the will of life
Demons are around, they're real
They are to bring you to hell
You can survive – believe and pray