Self Assessment No.29
Whoâs the man in the mirror, staring back at me
He looks a little tired, and he's, a little unclean
He looks so troubled, with no mask of dignity
And deep in his empty eyes, you see him pray for liberty
Rid my head of the demons
Set Me free
Rid my head of the demons
They beckon me
You killed the man that I once was, and you, drove me underground
I gave up on the angels, when they, pinned my body down
And inside my head, only emptiness is crowned
Iâm just a broken man, and every thought I have is bound
Rid my head of the demons
Set Me free
Rid my head of the demons
They beckon me
Get out, get out of my mind. Get out, get out of my mind
Get out, get out of my mind. Get out, get out of my mind
Rid my head of the demons
Set Me free
Rid my head of the demons
They beckon me
They're beckoning me
