Animal Bag

Personal Demons

Animal Bag


Outcasts of life 
On a path to hell 
Leaving their memories behind 
The road is traveled 
By barbedwire rats 
With their whiskers and demon eyes 
And like Pavlov's pup drools 
They prey on poets and fools 
Their fangs gleaming sharp and white

I'm in my own world 
You can't come in 
I'm having a party 
With make believe friends 
These are my personal demons 
On the island of my bed 
These are my personal demons 
There's a circus in my head 
These are my personal demons (I'm in my own world) 
On the island of my bed 
These are my personal demons 
There's a circus in my head

Whisper shrill 
Shatters dead of night 
Awakens you from slumber electric 
Paint a picture psychedelic 
With a lion's tailbrush 
Sip a potion from Cerridwen's cup

And if your name were Joe 
And sanctuary's denied 
Where would little Jesus sleep

A gate creaks open and you step within 
Foul is the stench in this agonized den 
A neon skull, beckons you inside 
Smoking cigarettes content

The hallway is lined (hallway) 
With chessmen in drag 
The bishop walks and talks like a fag

Gargoyles wearing argyle 
Lead reluctant slaves 
Who scream with every kiss of the whip 
A wall of faces 
Grimace with hate 
Bodies writhing on the floor like snakes

A leather winged ghoul 
Flying through red skies 
Carries all my hopes and dreams 
And I laugh so hard 
Before I die 
While my body is consumed by the flames

These are my personal demons 
On the island of my bed 
These are my personal demons 
There's a circus in my head 
These are my personal demons (I'm in my own world) 
On the island of my bed 
These are my personal demons (I'm in my own world) 
There's a circus in my head