Old Demons - The Dear Hunter

Apathy

Was a game I never played

Cause agony

Is a feeling I’ve been steeped in slow

Swapping all my smiles for a scowl

And sheltering my shortcomings from every prying eye

But I’m letting the old demons out

Bringing down the walls around

All the denial and the doubt

I won’t be satisfied, till the sacrings faces fate

Making a mockery of mythology and tried traditions

For I was blind now I can see

Every obstacle, through soliloquy

Clears it’s path in front of me

But I’m letting the old demons out

Bringing down the walls around

All the denial and the doubt

And if I suddenly sink

Into a cowardly drink

To drown out the swarm

Of the hive minded bees

Strike the spirits from my rigid lips and pull me out

The tide all tumbling in

But I’m letting the old demons

Bringing down the walls around

All the denial and the doubt

Every painful plea aloud

Kicking the old demons out

Bringing down the walls around

All the denial and the doubt.