The demons out to play
On a race afraid of its own shadow
Drawing outline think it is high
Floating up to the sky
Too much honey
Too much spoon feeding
The mind can't think ahead
Always fall back to the basic
Yeah it is the demons out to play
Knowing a race wants to get high
Without sweat and tears
The quick sand of mind
On the stage a race shout out loud
The demons laugh and smile
“Yeah this is my boy!
Play the naughty games!”
When the going is rough
Blame it on others to score
The demons out to play
The weakness of mind, body and soul
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