Friends Of A Troubled Soul

[Verse 1]
Scratch marks on the mirror
Teeth in every thought I hold
They circle when I’m weakest
They’re laughing
But they keep me whole
Ink veins
Midnight muttering
Shadows speaking soft and low
Call me by my buried name
Drag me where I never go
[Chorus]
Maybe the demons in my mind
Aren’t enemies at all (at all)
They’re the friends of a troubled soul
Crawling back each time I fall
Every curse they carve in me
Sounds almost like control
Maybe the demons in my mind
Guard the gates of a broken soul
[Verse 2]
Blood moon in the bathroom light
Trembling hands along the sink
They whisper
“Girl
You’re still alive”
Every time I start to sink
Halo made of cigarette burns
Crown me in this quiet hell
They dance around my damage
They know every place I fell
[Chorus]
Maybe the demons in my mind
Aren’t enemies at all (at all)
They’re the friends of a troubled soul
Crawling back each time I fall
Every curse they carve in me
Sounds almost like control
Maybe the demons in my mind
Guard the gates of a broken soul
[Bridge]
(primal death roars)
If I let you stay
Will I lose my skin?
Or will I finally
Feel you bleed within?
[Chorus]
Maybe the demons in my mind
Aren’t enemies at all (at all)
They’re the friends of a troubled soul
Crawling back each time I fall
Every wound you open wide
Shows a truth I need to know
Maybe the demons in my mind
Are the friends of a troubled soul

rock, Downtuned death metal with a brutal half-time stomp, palm-muted guitars and grinding bass locked to a slow, crushing drum groove; female vocals shifting from smoky, melodic verses to cavernous death roars in the chorus, with eerie clean guitar harmonics in the bridge before a final all-out wall of sound, death metal, vocal, soul, beautiful, deep, slow