The first pages in the book were written in blood ink
And the way this was all written didn't leave much room to think
It was about a man named David and how he wasn't really dead
His body was just stolen, man, this is what it said:
I was lying in my bed, so many years ago
I would astral project, but what I didn't know
Was a demon saw my body and I left it unprotected
And I tried to regain entry but my efforts were deflected

So now I was a ghost, but I never really died
And people passed right through me so I didn't need to hide
The demon knew my name and he saw it as a game
So he'd torture my whole body by stepping into flame
I couldn't cease the torment I just couldn't make it stop
He went to the top of a building and then he made the drop
The cops and my family all just ruled a suicide
Now there's no way to tell them that it wasn't me inside

I've traveled many years, all alone, out of sight
And no matter where I went I never felt the warmth of light
I tried to pray to god, I begged him for release
I tried to find salvation and I even saw a priest
When I tried to speak to him, he swore I was a demon
And mumbled to himself that he knows he must be dreamin'
And I shot for just a chance, now I know I won't be free
I feel at times that god, forgot that he made me

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