Demons Songtext
von Chris Webby

I′ve been running from the demons
They can't stop me when I′m on my way, yeah
I've been running from the demons
They can't stop me when I′m on my way

Yeah, still that same neurotic, psychotic, anxiety-ridden
Yeah, wildly driven, got with a vision that′s finally getting
Another chance at his life to make some wiser decisions
And all these songs are therapy, it's like a diary written

And all these syllables and rhymes through a mirror, yeah, the lines
Plant a little seed of hope and I′ve been giving it some time
Still these demons lurk around just like some villains in my mind
Feel 'em slither, dripping venom down the ridges of my spine

All these hills I′ve yet to climb, always something that's attached
Hard to shoulder all this weight when you got monkeys on your back
And that monkey′s a gorilla, better toughen up your lats
While he tugging on your traps, ain't no fucking coming back


Does a number on the muscular carrying all the baggage
And pushing through it mentally'll turn you to a savage
So walk in my shoes, see it all through my glasses
And say a prayer that God′ll grant me safe passage

But nowadays, it seems like no one′s optimistic
I already see society as post-apocalyptic
As everybody's struggling, our demons have been doubling
As we sitting back just watching humanity crumbling

Feel like I′m in Hell itself, chiseling my mental health
Knowing I'ma pay for my mistakes using the Devil′s wealth
Try to keep some angels in my heart, they need some extra help
Shit, maybe I should get some help

I've been running from the demons
They can′t stop me when I'm on my way, yeah
I've been running from the demons
They can′t stop me when I′m on my way

God grant me the serenity, I'm in a search for better remedies
Tryna find some light to conquer this dark energy
Devil on my shoulder, he tryna spark chemistry
It′s an art form, how I've lasted


Through programming that hit the masses, good and evil been clashing
I rose from the ashes, walked the devil′s passage
My pops shot himself in the crib, that shit was tragic
Somehow I made it, the crib's in Calabasas

Calculated my risks, got sticks under the mattress
The money don′t love you, she's just an actress
Without the money, I've been stabbed straight through the back
From brother′s part of my pack, the stress alone′ll give you two heart attacks

And that's facts, dark clouds cover the future like cataracts
The pain was such a common occurrence that I′d adapt
Until I made a change to the map
You got to take responsibility for what you attract

Track marks cover arms of people I warned
The demons looking in my face like, "Yeah, you been warned"
So much needed reform, dad, I weathered the storm
Thank God I found some light through it, I've been reborn

And I relish it, even though sometimes I′m devilish
At being good and bad, I'm a specialist
And running from the truth is a theme that is overly relevant
The devil in the room is the elephant

I′ve been running from the demons
They can't stop me when I'm on my way, yeah
I′ve been running from the demons
They can′t stop me when I'm on my way