I think I feel something.
A gentle humming.
There it is ticking.
A riot in my brain.
I am not fond of repressing
But I fear it must be done
For the demons are climbing out
And I feel they may have just won.
I think I feel something.
A gentle humming.
There it is ticking.
A riot in my brain.
I am not fond of repressing
But I fear it must be done
For the demons are climbing out
And I feel they may have just won.