The Deamon - Abney Park

There’s a dark voice inside my head

And it whispers insecurities until I’m dead

So each night to silence his point of view

And now the drinking here rumbled, rumble and stops

Overthink and I’ll crumble his stumbling blocks

I don’t want his opinion, don’t want his point of view

Can’t tell me what to do

And then I wake up in the morning light

The Deamon deep inside me

I don’t see a sign of light

But each night I fear as the sun goes down

The Daemon will come around

And now the drinking here rumbled, rumble and stops

Overthink and I’ll crumble his stumbling blocks

I don’t want his opinion, don’t want his point of view

Can’t tell me what to do

And now the drinking here rumbled, rumble and stops

Overthink and I’ll crumble his stumbling blocks

I don’t want his opinion, don’t want his point of view

Can’t tell me what to do

And each night as I lay in bed

I hear his nasty voice, it goes through my head

I want somber sleeping, I’ll hear him until I’m dead

Unless I get him out of my head

And now the drinking here rumbled, rumble and stops

Overthink and I’ll crumble his stumbling blocks

I don’t want his opinion, don’t want his point of view

Can’t tell me what to do

And now the drinking here rumbled, rumble and stops

Overthink and I’ll crumble his stumbling blocks

I don’t want his opinion, don’t want his point of view

Can’t tell me what to do