I was walking home from school on a cold winter day
Took a shortcut through the woods and I lost my way
It was getting late and I was scared and alone
Then a mean old man took my hand and led me home
Mama couldn't see him but he was standing there
I knew in my heart he was answer to my nightmares
Oh I believe there are demons among us
Sent up to us from somewhere down below
They come to you and me to create our darkest hours
To show us how to die
To teach us how to take
To guide us with the darkness of hate
Life had troubled times
Had me down on my knees
There's always been someone to come along and frighten me
A harsh word from a stranger to take my self esteem
A phone call from a collector just to say where is my cash
Ain't it kinda funny at the dark end of the road
Someone blocks the way with just a single word of doubt
Oh I believe there are demons among us
Sent up to us from somewhere down below
They come to you and me
To create our darkest hours
Show us how to die
Teach us how to take
To guide us with the darkness of hate
To guide us with the darkness of hate