These Evil Things

You think that you want it are you so sure This ain't no game were playing truly were pure Your laughing but your lying you don't understand I hold the demons back your life's in my hands I carry the word sometimes Wrapped in my pretty tunes Sometimes the chosen hear And they know just what to do You must be like us To penetrate this room I cant see why you don't understand I hold your life in the palm of my hand These evil things I struggle to control Are from the darkest place in my soul My kin are all around They cover you like pearls Speak to me my demons bright My hell spawned boys and girls They'll seek you out my friend And keep you from our world I beg you please leave this thing alone What you think is happening is to far from home Don't wake the demons I try to hide Just take the other path and leave us out side --- These Evil Things - The Meteors