Demon Inside (Ghost Stories)

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I'm possessed by evil demons that torture me while I'm sleeping

I keep dreaming of death and I'm hearing people screaming

The devil's spirit's trapped inside me and I want it out

I'm on the couch bleeding to death in a haunted house

With both of my wrists slit, I'm lifted up in the air

And suspended in animation like someone's holding me there

I feel somebody's cold hands wrapping around my neck

While I choke on my own blood that I swallow and drown to death

But I found a breath and somehow managed to slip the clutches

Nearly blacking out from dizziness and head rushes

Tripping over OD'd bodies of dead lushes

Bloodstains paint the plush carpet like red blushes

Door's open and close by themselves, books fly off shelves

Curtains catch fire, the house melts

My skin blisters and sticks together like twin sisters

The wind blows and shatters windows like ten twisters

Caught a piece of shrapnel in the Adam's apple

Two cups of holy water and I'm looking at 'em half full

But as soon as I go to touch 'em they turn into red rum

It got silent, then all these voices said

"Come follow me into the pits of Hell"

I heard 'em yell "Welcome to the Norman Bates Motel!"

I ring the bell for service and I was greeted by his mother

Covered in dry blood, head still dented from the shovel

I said I need a room so I could try to get some rest

She gave me the keys to the best suite and a bag of cess

And told me that's just for starters, Satan'll be in to see me later

To see if I'm interested in being partners