| Is it real, sane |
| Maybe a polishing light in the dark |
| Or a fake relate to a past tense demon bazaar |
| Don’t rely on desperation |
| You’ll just wake up alone |
| Keep the fight so hell will die |
| And your faith will find its own |
| Why don’t you turn the other way? |
| Take a look at this demon child you used to be |
| Does it feel strange |
| Waking up to a star divine |
| Does it make you weak, like you might as well just resign? |
| Don’t rely on desperation |
| You’ll just wake up alone |
| Keep the fight so hell will die |
| And your faith will find its own |
| Why don’t you turn the other way? |
| Take a look at this demon child you used to be |
| Cause it’s real vague looking back at the man that you were |
| Doesn’t feel the same |
| I’m a man and I callous and scar |
| Close your eyes, he’s right beside you |
| Don’t let him in |
| Don’t trust his convincing invite |
| Why don’t you turn the other way? |
| Take a look at this demon child you used to be |
| Cause it’s real vague looking back at the man that you were |
| Doesn’t feel the same |
| I’m a man and I callous and scar |