Personal demons

I know that it would need some time
To free your heart from wicked lie
Your steps have never been unique
We all are sick
With crime we picked

So what, enjoying sensual life?
And never mind what walks beside?
More drinks, more fans, more double games
More cruel masks on face, no shame

Keep digging deeper pride and honor
Chasing away the still small voice
What is your price?
Which demon owns you?
What pushing you to make your choice?

The streets are full of bloody eyes
Reflects no sense in them no lights
In search of circuses and bread
And go ahead
With moral crap

But grabbing here all the pleasures
Don't fill yourself like full of trash?
They always act without a measure
Still vows are turning into ashes...