fenekot — Demons

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When the days are cold and the cards all fold
And the saints we see are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail
Are the worst of all, and the blood run stale

When you feel my heat, look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide, it’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide, it’s where my demons hide