As the demon grows stronger and her mind starts to fray
Where she goes, it follows
A tormentor and victim, their fates are intertwined
In the depths, it follows
It follows
It follows
Ancient creature, born of hate and malice
As the demon's eyes gleam, giving light to the abyss
That projects her cavernous soul
Awakened from the void demon spawn
Engulfed in darkness, her sanity torn
In the dead of the night, the hunt begins
Stalked by the darkest of sins
Oblivious to the fact she's marked for torment
Her fate sealed in dread
Where she goes, it follows
From depth of the abyss, it wallows
Her mind in a state of oppression
From the thought of what is and what is questioned
Where she goes, it follows
From depth of the abyss, it wallows
Her mind in a state of oppression
From the thought of what is and what is questioned
What is real?
A construct of the mind
Fact or fiction, my thoughts uprooted from all reality
What is real?
What causes this unending anxiety
Demonic whispers question every thought I thought was sane
As the demon grows stronger and her mind starts to fray
Where she goes, it follows
A tormentor and victim their fates are intertwined
In the depths, it follows
Separated from her thoughts and her mind
Her body a vessel for a soul, now hollow
Creeping through her flesh an uninvited guest
Has possessed her sanity, it follows
Deep in your psyche I've built walls
For now we share this vessel
Within each passing day
The seeds I've placed become all encompassing
The roots I've planted in your mind have become string, my puppet
As I've taken control, your thoughts now buried beneath my own intent
Like a marionette, you've lost control
I pull the strings of your soul
Now a pitiful mind, insanity fractures your thoughts in disarray
Now void of opinion
She's forced to be my minion
Despised feature start
No remorse, no more thoughts or tears
Despised feature start
Neck deep, I've unlocked your fears
Where she goes, it follows
From depth of the abyss, it wallows
Her mind in a state of oppression
From the thought of what is and what is questioned
Where she goes, it follows
From depth of the abyss, it wallows
Her mind in a state of oppression
From the thought of what is and what is questioned
As the demon grows stronger and her mind starts to fray
Where she goes, it follows
A tormentor and victim their fates are intertwined
In the depths, it follows
Separated from her thoughts and her mind
Her body a vessel for a soul, now hollow
Creeping through her flesh an uninvited guest
Has possessed her sanity, it follows
Now I've seen it with my eyes
There's no more doubt, no lies
I've finally seen the truth
Where I go, it follows
