There's a demon in my kitchen.

Eating our food,

Sharing our beds,

There's a demon in my kitchen.

Although only a few can tell,

Which is quite hard for me to believe,

For I know this demon well.

There's a Demon in my kitchen.

And I am no longer afraid,

If I ever was,

It's hard to tell these days.

There's a demon in my kitchen.

Though "demon" is not his name,

For you it might be "friend" or "brother,"

For me it's still "insane".

There's a demon in my kitchen.

And I know you think me cruel,

But it's not so fun when you meet the cops,

On your way home from school.

There's a Demon in my kitchen.

Yet I still say "hello" with a sigh,

But like him it's all a facade,

Because I've seen my father cry.

There's a demon in my kitchen.

And though love him I must,

It won't stop the demon,

From craving bloodlust.