You can feel the ... is rising Rising in your hand. You can try to stop it, But it drives you mad.
Now it's a love Your mind turning You feel your demons rising ... It's like a mask On your face In your mouth The bloody taste! So bang my head Against the wall Do the psycho, the psychotic call!
Deep inside the deamons, Controlling up your mind. They are rushing throw your wains Make you feeling high.
Now it's a love Your mind turning You feel your demons rising ... It's like a mask On your face In your mouth The bloody taste! So bang my head Against the wall Do the psycho, the psychotic call!