She Is I

There's a demon, she's wearing my face.
She has stolen my clothes and she's calling my name.

There's a monster, she's under my bed.
She whispers at night and she crawls in my head.

There's an angel, she has fallen from God.
She's looking at me and she's giving a nod.

I guess it's time for me to go home.
Follow her down to the deep catacombs.

She's staring at me, she has a glock 9.
She puts it to my head and she says, Honey you're mine.

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