Animal Bag Personal Demons
Outcasts of life
On a path to hell
Leaving their memories behind
The road is traveled
By barbedwire rats
With their whiskers and demon eyes
And like Pavlov's pup drools
They prey on poets and fools
Their fangs gleaming sharp and white
I'm in my own world
You can't come in
I'm having a party
With make believe friends
These are my personal demons
On the island of my bed
These are my personal demons
There's a circus in my head
These are my personal demons (I'm in my own world)
On the island of my bed
These are my personal demons
There's a circus in my head
Whisper shrill
Shatters dead of night
Awakens you from slumber electric
Paint a picture psychedelic
With a lion's tailbrush
Sip a potion from Cerridwen's cup
And if your name were Joe
And sanctuary's denied
Where would little Jesus sleep
A gate creaks open and you step within
Foul is the stench in this agonized den
A neon skull, beckons you inside
Smoking cigarettes content
The hallway is lined (hallway)
With chessmen in drag
The bishop walks and talks like a fag
Gargoyles wearing argyle
Lead reluctant slaves
Who scream with every kiss of the whip
A wall of faces
Grimace with hate
Bodies writhing on the floor like snakes
A leather winged ghoul
Flying through red skies
Carries all my hopes and dreams
And I laugh so hard
Before I die
While my body is consumed by the flames
These are my personal demons
On the island of my bed
These are my personal demons
There's a circus in my head
These are my personal demons (I'm in my own world)
On the island of my bed
These are my personal demons (I'm in my own world)
There's a circus in my head
