Deamons and mosquitos keep me up
At night
Piercing my skin and my rotten heart
Oh yeah
(x2)
What's with the noise there?
They both came knocking
Thought I can stop it
By keep the TV talking
Doesn't matter it's begun
Overthinking till the sun
Rises and shines again
On a misfit soul
Just like mine

Deamons and mosquitos keep me up
At night
Piercing my skin and my rotten heart
Oh yeah

I am stressed and possesed
Blessed with unwanted guest
Underdressed for this test
But I'll give my best and I won't protest
Maybe then I will get my rest
Maybe I won't feel opressed
Maybe my soul can't digest
All this pain and distress
Stress, stress, stress, stress
Deamons and mosquitos keep me up
At night
Piercing my skin and my rotten heart
Oh yeah

When I get older I will be fine
That's what I said to ease my mind
When I get older I will be great
That's what I said

Deamons and mosquitos keep me up
At night
Piercing my skin and my rotten heart
Oh yeah (x2)