Inner Demons ( Single )

by GatoPaint & Glaze

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This song is about Emotional Inner Fights with ourselves, that drag us to a really bad mood to our surroundings , to the people around us , and knowing that you're not like that.

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released November 8, 2016

Lyrics by Glaze and Gatopaint
Instrumental by Gatopaint
Vocals by Glaze and Gatopaint
Mix and Master by Gatopaint

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Track Name: Inner Demons
The water's deep enough to drown us all
You're thrashing aimlessly against a wall

You want affection
I lost my way to get to you,
and that smile I missed
slowly fades away from you

But your mind is fools gold
dripping on your shoulders as you come through
And your thoughts are turning cold
Sometimes the way out is through the mold

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
Your foe's made it through your past

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
Your glass of relief won't last

The fire's heat dissolves the path you walk
it manifest itself from thoughts ignored

You want affection
I lost my way to get to you,
I miss the smile that
slowly fades away from you.

But your mind is fools gold
dripping on your shoulders as you come through
And your thoughts are turning cold
Sometimes the way out is through the mold

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
Your foe's made it through your past

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
Your glass of relief won't last

-Solo-

But your mind is fools gold
dripping on your shoulders as you come through
And your thoughts are turning cold
Sometimes the way out is through the mold

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
Your foe's made it through your past

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
Your glass of relief won't last

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
You pull your head from the vice

Poor sweet soul, Mind controlled
To find yourself trapped in ice

But your mind is fools gold
dripping on your shoulders as you come through
And your thoughts are turning cold
Sometimes the way out is through the mold