There's a beast in every man who breathes

With him from birth until beside him in the grave

A hideous presence just aching for release

Its chains aren't as strong as its memory

It lies dormant so far from dead

Grating on me, this uninvited sense

Its whisper like branches as they bend

Twisting, grinding

Just threatening to snap

Floods of frustration

Cascading in my skull

On the axis back and forth

The swinging pendulum

So much damage, bashing each wall

I hear the sand pounding in the hourglass

As it falls



Sometimes I just wish I could shut it all

Off, off

The endless rage, that tells me something's

Off, off

The voice that's spitting lies, just turn it

Off, off

Tear away the scabs, I want them

Off, off

The demon on my back



Just pull him off



There it is again

Telling you you can't

That lump in your throat

You fight to swallow back

There it is again

Hoping that you won't

Wishing failure but not giving up the ghost

Silent voices, stabbing at peace

Pushing off fingers from the edge of sanity

Like a thousand leeches



Feeding on your wits

Making something meaningless seem significant



Sometimes I just wish I could shut it all

Off, off

The endless rage, that tells me something's

Off, off

The voice that's spitting lies, just turn it

Off, off

Tear away the scabs, I want them



Off, off

The demon on my back

Just pull him off



This uninvited guest inside my brain

With every threat whispered I feel nothing



And when I'm at my best it intervenes

How can I get anyone else to relate?



Silent voices, stabbing at peace

On the edge, pushing my fingers off, off



Off, off

The endless rage, that tells me something's

Off, off

The voice that's spitting lies, just turn it

Off, off

Tear away the scabs, I want them

Off, off

The demon on my back

Just tear him off