Now I’m in too deep. There are no angels, just demons watch me as I fall asleep. I’m swallowed by the streets. I lost control. There’s no way out. I just got too close. I’m playing with fire, now I’m choking on the smoke. I’m swallowed by the streets. I got too close to the edge. I danced with demons, a mistake I’ll soon regret. I’m laying in the devils bed. I’m a spitting image of the demons in my head. So what do I do now when hope is telling me there’s just no way out?