Demons Video (MV)

Look, we can sit here and argue
Or we can cut to the part
Where we make up and make me whole
'Cos this world is a war ground
Storms on the shore, no more
Can you take me home
Nothing beats demons as front line soldiers
Until you need to control them
Tried giving them clubs, now they got a full house
And I'm scared that my heart can't hold 'em
A smoking gun with no shooter
The past is done, there's no future
The thread is spun and these steps are run
But Escher showed the illusions
And when wars are won we're all losers
And in right or wrong, we're just human
It's time we grow from confusion
Patience, the hope been proven
There's no assuming the truth when it's staring at you
In the mirror reflecting at you
When it's posing a question you're scared to answer
Hold pain in your soul like spreading cancer
When you know that your dreams being held to ransom
'Cos the ink still bleeds on a shredded canvas
Tore myself apart and I'm finding I'm fed up
Don't know if I'm sick of the knock downs or get ups, I just
I don't know why I keep on giving demons clubs
I pray that they're protecting me
Is my prayer enough
F*ck kneeling, this a last stand
I got no feeling blood on my hands
All these, these wounds that we self inflicted
No scriptures I know are scripting it, look
Dividing can cancel out even the highest power
You can go and do the maths
So how you pull yourself together
Tell me what's your method, is it rude to ask
Is it like a black hole merger
Shock waves in the very fabric of space and time
Is it more like a calm meditation
The pain through the pen and the paper
And making it rhyme
I don't even know the back of my hand
Sometimes I'm scared my skin it wasn't even made for me
Can it fit my hopes and my fears
And my dreams and my demons
And still be containing me
Where does all that shit get stored
If I quick get bored can it fall in the well and get lost
It's what I call my subconscious
Where choices are made by the flavour of what's in the bucket
When it's lifted
In the random mix I find in it
It's all just water, no defining it
But it makes me me, there ain't no hiding it
When I feel hatred it runs to the well
And the same thing happens every time I feel love
So I guess that the best I can do is to tip the scales
And make peace with the demons keeping their clubs