What you waiting fornEnemy at my door, what are you waiting fornDemon preacher tracking me, I have no place to runnEnemy in my mind, desperate and sublimenDemon preacher tracking me, I have no place to runnnNow you carry my life, fragile with passionnVigilant the fight, I stand alonennRanting the sermonnOn the edge of reasonnThis is tomorrow callingnAnd slowly I am drifting awaynnAnger deep inside my mindnStealing the sands of timenConstantly confusing menI have no place to run