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They're coming,

it's midnight,

The Great Hour,

I'm smoking with my demons!

Smoking with my demons!

They're coming,

My mind is wide,

The sky is open,

I'm smoking with my demons!

Smoking with my demons!

The Crossroads

Right in my bed,

Imps' wings hits

my ceiling fan

Smoking with my demons!

They're landing

Over my head

Bizarre synapses

Smoking with my demons!

Smoking with my demons!

Brawling with my cats,

Crawling within my brain,

Smoking with my demons!

Scared ghosts appear at my door,

The Chaos reigns,

screams heard at dawn

They're flying

Away with Their hooves

The cats are quite

And say goodbye, demons

It's time to sleep...

And soon wake up...

Prepare a coffee

And for the cruelty of the sun.

Smoking with my demons!