Demons From The Woodwork

Festering inside of us, in our DNA, there is a darkness
And it eats away. Corrupting very few, easy to persuade
Still in paradise, we social segregate.

Making the meek murder, must be malcontent
Creating social ladders, have left the rungs bent.

Sickened by our wrong thoughts, till revenge.

Beware of demons, from the wood work
Their eyes flare up, with the bloodthirst
No care for themselves or lives, bringers of smite
They are the demons from the woodwork.

Capable demons, inside a meat bag
Look like everyone
To close in on their prey
We created them, through torture everyday
They amplified it, by their years of pain.

Life becomes a nightmare, bringing hell one day
There's no targets, kill whoever's in their way.

No one believes them, till they bring death
Beware of demons, from the wood work
Their eyes flare up, with the bloodthirst
No care for themselves or lives, bringers of smite
They are the demons from the woodwork.

Their concerning thoughts tossed to denial.

Fire rains down in sulphuric ash
Burning sights in preemptive attack
Acidic acrid air floats by
Melting lungs
Those who breathe in die
Punishment for all those who've sinned
Against meek people, left rotted
Reanimation of our acts, concentrated to one attack.

Fire rains in sulphuric ash
Burning sight when they start their attack
Acidic acrid air floats by, melting lungs
Those who breathe in die
Punishment for all those who've sinned
Against meek people, are left rotted
Reanimation of our own acts, concentrated to one attack.

Beware of demons from the woodwork.