Demons

I hear demons in my head
They telling me by morning I'll be dead
Slit wrists, stabbed chest, I'd have bled
Bastards killing, I'll do it instead
Murder through my mind
Racing as we went
Stabbed a bitch while she be giving head
Satan come to this world we will all be fed
Kill everyone I know, my soul will not amend
I'm going to hell, I will not have fled
Blade in my arm all I see is red
You shouldn't have known me, filled with dread
I've felt suicidal a quarter of my fucking life
By mysеlf
I might off myself from all this fucking strife