I'm skipping stones and making clones
Of the demons that haunt my past
I gave them bread and made their bed
And now they're here to last
And when they wake they'll surely make
A monster out of who I am
I say goodnight and turn out the lights
I'm doing the best that I can
What is there to gain by taking all the blame?
'Cause there ain't no parole on my pain
It's all just part of the game
Over tea, eggs, and toast
I talk with the demon who haunts me the most
He's not so bad, just doing his job
So I can't really ask him to stop
He says it's okay, that it's not my fault
I can still be and have the things that I want
What if we turned our demons to friends?
We just might feel human again.
What is there to gain by taking all the blame?
'Cause there ain't no parole on my pain
It's all just part of the game
What is there to gain by taking all the blame?
'Cause there ain't no parole on my pain
It's all just part of the game
There ain't no parole on our pain
It's all just part of the game
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