Old Demons

I really don't know, I don't know where to begin

But all those old demons who lurked...

Well, they still lurk within

Some choose to creep, some choose to crawl

But do you know them, like I know them?

The ones that trick and the ones that trawl?

And who the hell are you anyway?

Sitting there staring at me...

With your silent opinions and with naught to say

Smiling that smile, showing those bloody fangs for teeth

You know them, don't you? Like I know them

Cos I've seen you before, but not holding a wreath

And with a wreath (it's not the end) it's where I begin

The symbol of old demons who lurked...

And they still lurk within

So you must be one of them who is always haunting

With your dead flowers in a ring

And your mocking look that's naught but taunting

But who the hell am I anyway?

Sitting here staring at you...

With my silent opinions and with naught to say

But my smile's as broad as a mile as the sirens sing a song of sin

Cos I know them as well as you know them

                             All those old demons who still lurk, they lurk within