Production by: Blackbird Productions (The Author)
Everyone hears that voice in the back of his or her head. Sometimes it’s a voice of doubt, telling you that you’re not capable of achieving what you have your mind set on. Sometimes it’s a voice telling you that you should ignore your judgment and do something that you know you will regret. If the voice is strong enough to overpower you, then you will follow exactly what it says.
I’ve heard many people refer to this voice as an inner demon, one that will always prey upon you when you’re feeling down, or hold you under the water when you’re already drowning. These demons also tend to feed on those who have problems with addictions, whatever those may be. No matter how much the person knows that the drug is terrible for them, they will continue to do it, relenting to that voice inside telling them that this time will be the last time. The addiction fuels their power, and so those people have to be extra careful not to taken over.
The thing is, everyone uses the power of the demon to get through tough parts of their lives. The trick is learning to use the power without the demon taking over.
(Lyrics)
Man, I thought you were stronger than that. I thought that when you banished me to the darkness, that I would never come back.
I thought that you said that, when you got rid of me that
you would never need me again because I was, as I recall, a fallacy.
A logical fallacy, in that you didn’t agree with what I had
to say, because every single time I presented facts you just thought that you
were better. That you had a different solution. That I was no good for you. Basically mental pollution, right?
Well fuck you. I’m right back in your dome, with these
visions of doubt, addiction, and being alone.
You know I seize the moment. Carpe diem as they say. Expect
I seize it when you’re beat and broken at the end of the day.
I know it’s getting tough. So why not just quit? You know
this making music thing isn’t the best business.
Why not go for something safe that might lead to a career?
All your peers are doing it. Isn’t it time you got real?
Isn’t it time you got your act together, stopped with the
dreaming?
No matter how much sweat and blood and tears you spill, I
wont be leaving.
You’re lucky that all I have to work with is doubt; cause
with addiction as my fuel I was straight taking you out.
I see you try to stay strong. But can’t you see, that all
you do is prolong.
If it wasn’t for me, you’d have no confidence. Then again I
don’t care what you tell the audience.
Cause I know that you know what’s really going on. You’re
one mistake away from becoming my pawn.
And just when you think that you have control, that’s when I
start the battle for your soul.
Huh.
So I see the doubt’s not enough to bring you down to a level
where I can get you stuck. On the stuff you used to depend on. How long has it
been since you’ve felt that good? It’s been too long.
And though you refuse to look for an opportunity, when that
moment comes, the spotlight will be on me.
And before you even have a chance to say no thanks, I’ll say
yes please. Cause drugs are expensive man.
That’s how it started almost every other time; slight
release of self-control, you extol my virtues then you’re mine.
All of a sudden you forget what normal is, living day to day
in a haze of painless manufactured bliss.
Yes you beat me before, but that was once though. I bet you
anything in the world you try again and I’ll smoke you.
What about your soul? Nah, you’re too scared to try. You
know no matter hard you struggle I’ll be waiting inside.
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