My Demons, My Friends

Those black shadows at the end of my bed,
whenever I'd stumble,
they were there to break my fall.

I always thought those demons where my friends,
but it seems like now they're out to get me.

And now I'm coming undone,
every hit of that black smoke,
clouds my already numb mind.

I always thought those demons where my friends,
but it seems like now they're out to get me.

And now I'm falling apart,
every inhale of that black smoke,
fogs my growing sickness.