It's a fire, in your soul
That you can, not control
And it burns, to the bone
To the bone, to the bone
Things you can, not condemn
Once a spark, now it's grown
To a demon, in this oven
Shaking hands, with everyone
And it burns how it burns
Noonday demon, noonday demon
I can see, the hand you're dealing
And to some, it's quite appealing
Oxycotin, cheap chablis
It's all the same, to me
Once you're on, then you're gone
It's your heart, and your soul
That you grip, and you hold
Till it's black, and smouldering
And the demon takes control
Fills the void, in your soul
A new fire, has to roll
Noonday demon, noonday demon
On my neck, fire-breathing
And to some, it's quite appealing
And the demon takes control
Fills the void in your soul
A new fire has to roll
Noonday demon, noonday demon
On my neck, fire-breathing
And to some, it's quite appealing
Quite appealing
It's quite appealing
It's quite appealing
It's quite appealing
It's quite appealing
It's quite appealing
