The monster under my bed
Woke up the skeletons in my closet
Now they’re calling
For the demons in my head
To come out and play

The angel on my shoulders
Trying to whisper in my ear
Is being drowned out by
The riot in my room

The skeletons made cocktails
Molotov to be precise
From the empty bottles around
My empty bed

When they hit me I wasn’t burned
But to a memory I was returned

Saw the things I’ve done
And the people I’ve hurt
Starting to think I might
Be getting what I deserve

When a spark of hope shines out
As another bottle breaks

Although the demons are closing in
With the monster and the skeletons
Don’t know how I can make it out alive

The angel on my shoulders
Comes back to me whispering
“You can overcome
If you forgive yourself
For the things you’ve done.
Who you are
Isn’t who you used to be.
If you let him go
That will set you free.”