My demons they tell me to die in my own voice I never know why but they squeak in my ear with voices so clear that I pray that I'll stay alive My allies, they tell me to live for all that I have to give. Well I gave and I give too much it all is but death they firmly forbid My body and mind are so tired So torn, mental muck, I am mired to live like this? It dampens the souls's fire If I write, then I haven't died yet despite pain, no dark fate have I met. But the demons persist, the allies persist. My resolution pulled this way and that.