There is a demon living in your interior.
It's burrowed its way deep to the inside.
It whispers to you to be inferior.
Conducting rituals for you to confide.

The sacrifices make you stronger.
The pain you feel no longer.
He promises your life will be longer.
A pledge coming from a warmonger.

The attacks become bolder and bolder.
The warfield becomes too much to shoulder.
The words turn colder and colder.
Left in your head waiting to smolder.
You keep getting older and older.
The chained tales built up into folders upon folders.

Enacting your possessors commands.
Those times, it felt as if you were truly alive.
Casually asking for the most outrageous demands.
Into the excitement, you took a full-on dive.

The adrenaline is a beast.
Once isn't enough, we have to enjoy the feast.
The chaos has spread.
The demon is the one who...