I tried to outrun my demons,
But they snuck around the back way and headed me off at the curve
In a fierce ambush
I may as well have balanced a bucket of water on the head of a pin
Because to shed your demons you'd have to shed your own skin
So if there's a way out of my skin
I'd like to know just what it is
I want a new language and a new tongue, a new strategy
Cuz I tried to outrun my demons
It was like trying to catch a dark cloud with a bu*terfly net
It was like trying to walk across freshly fallen snow without leaving tracks
Cuz the past has a way of coming back
So I'm gonna get to know these little demons
So I can know where they end and I begin
I'm gonna peel back that fine line
That divides me from my mind
If there's a way out of my skin
I'd like to know just what it is
I want a new language and a new tongue, a new strategy