Medium Unwell کے بول

In a world where logic and proportion dies The dark sides laughing as it lights the night With its evil eyes It comes around when you are least expecting it to strike It grabs you by the neck And takes your soul with all its might The voices haunting me A broken seal looks in at me No slumber anymore Demons in disguise Knocking at my door A small piece of advice... Ignore! My head is hurting My eyes are growing cold The strength increases When it fired a shot into its hold The burning version of a man whose lost his will to live The fight is over When there is nothing left to have or give The voices haunting me A broken seal looks in at me No slumber anymore Demons in disguise Knocking at my door The voices haunting me A broken seal looks in at me No slumber anymore Demons in disguise Knocking at my door A small piece of advice... Ignore!