Str8 To The Bottom

Visited by a daunting 
Old friend of mine 
An evil spirit thought I 
Had left behind 
Whispering nonsensical 
Things in my mind 
All tonight 

Voice is like a violin 
Playing slow 
Forcing men to violence 
Playing so 
Crazy what smiling faces 
Are capable 
Of tonight 

Taking my mind dragging me down 
Str8 to the bottom 

You don't know who [bad word] for 
Creeping up around your door 
Slithering across the floor 
This is why 
People keep their Bibles under 
Their pillows 
People lock their doors and lock up 
Their windows 
Better be prepared for anything 
When those 
Demons rise 

I will love you your whole life 
Try to guide you through the darkest nights 
I've got demons myself 
I got to face these evil spirits 
And send them back to [bad word]