Deep within me is the pain of imperfection.

In the day, demons sleep,

but in the night, they’re steady pressing.

Fallen dreams begin to scheme,

and I can’t seem to leave;

that is my problem, why

I never find that thing called peace.

Superficial occupations distract me in the day.

Then I pray when the night falls,

‘cause out crawls my downfalls.

I want to forget, but all I can do is remember.

This thing’s legit, calls my name from January to December.

Demons come looking for me.

They find me in my tragedy.

But You made it more like a love story,

when You came and saved me, rescued me.

Foul beast that lies within,

I see you waiting under my skin.

Who knew a child at seventeen could hold

a thing that tears and screams? Tears and screams,

screams and tears, but all they see is baby tears.

Calm my fears, mother dear.

How can you calm what you do not hear?

Demons dwell inside my hell,

and woe is me too dumb to tell

for if I fell or if I fall

my demons face revealed to all.

Demons come looking for me.

They find me in my tragedy.

But You made it more like a love story,

when You came and saved me, rescued me.

Out I call to you, my LORD,

to take my life and soul, restore.

I call out for Blood salvation.

Save me from my degradation.

Your strength and might now be proved

before I end this darkened tune.

Legion, live in me no more.

Your friends and you return no more.

Let the Holy Ghost evict you now,

restrict you now, while I bow down,

face to the ground, before my God.

Pound for pound I am His child.

I accept my inheritance

and refuse this parasitic state.

I take His hand; I will not hide any longer.

Here I will stand. Now, I am stronger.

Demons come looking for me.

They find me in my tragedy.

But You made it more like a love story,

when You came and saved me, rescued me.