Ancient demons are coming for a visit. Should I open the door, or is it safer to play dead? Those demons, they know exactly how to hurt me and where: a broken dream here and a fake promise there. Ancient demons, I don’t want you near. That’s why, when you ring my bell, I will guard the door. You are not allowed in; not anymore.
Damien Rice – Delicate
reflections of an unquiet mind 