She reads to me by the soft glow of candlelight, speaking of angels and demons Instilled at such an early age, with such fright, were these divine gifts of reason I lie awake as her ghost it still walks through the halls, and moves all around me, Echoing warnings burned into me as a child, that the sinner will pay with his life.... Sheltered in filth, the windows they all bleed black, to hide such dementia Inside of my mind or the mind that I seem to lack, no one pays close attention. I lie awake and I thi Listen to “Blitzkid - Dementia” on Fliis and explore our catalog of punk. Keep discovering songs with our random selection.