| Song | Demon of White Sadness - normal |
| Artist | Marah |
| Album | If You Didn't Laugh, You'd Cry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I don't know what I feel inside | |
| The Demon sighs in the dashboard lights | |
| He lights a cigarette with his fingernail | |
| As he circling our block | |
| Now I don't quite understand about love | |
| The Demon snacks on a pickled dove | |
| He parks his Nova about behind your truck | |
| And comes in without a knock | |
| Chorus: | |
| Bleeding out of small cuts in my skin | |
| White sadness, the Demon, the demon | |
| Hurt to hurt from hurt comes the new pain | |
| White sadness, the Demon, my demon | |
| Now I don't feel like I wanna feel | |
| The Demon waits as we finish our meal | |
| He glares at photos of us on the fridge | |
| And then he glares at us for real | |
| I often dream about going back | |
| The Demon's eyes go from clear to skunk black | |
| He gropes your breasts with necessary attack | |
| As you suck his lips of fire | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Fallin' out of favor was my favorite thing | |
| ‘Til I took the pill that made you real |
| I don' t know what I feel inside | |
| The Demon sighs in the dashboard lights | |
| He lights a cigarette with his fingernail | |
| As he circling our block | |
| Now I don' t quite understand about love | |
| The Demon snacks on a pickled dove | |
| He parks his Nova about behind your truck | |
| And comes in without a knock | |
| Chorus: | |
| Bleeding out of small cuts in my skin | |
| White sadness, the Demon, the demon | |
| Hurt to hurt from hurt comes the new pain | |
| White sadness, the Demon, my demon | |
| Now I don' t feel like I wanna feel | |
| The Demon waits as we finish our meal | |
| He glares at photos of us on the fridge | |
| And then he glares at us for real | |
| I often dream about going back | |
| The Demon' s eyes go from clear to skunk black | |
| He gropes your breasts with necessary attack | |
| As you suck his lips of fire | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Fallin' out of favor was my favorite thing | |
| ' Til I took the pill that made you real |
| I don' t know what I feel inside | |
| The Demon sighs in the dashboard lights | |
| He lights a cigarette with his fingernail | |
| As he circling our block | |
| Now I don' t quite understand about love | |
| The Demon snacks on a pickled dove | |
| He parks his Nova about behind your truck | |
| And comes in without a knock | |
| Chorus: | |
| Bleeding out of small cuts in my skin | |
| White sadness, the Demon, the demon | |
| Hurt to hurt from hurt comes the new pain | |
| White sadness, the Demon, my demon | |
| Now I don' t feel like I wanna feel | |
| The Demon waits as we finish our meal | |
| He glares at photos of us on the fridge | |
| And then he glares at us for real | |
| I often dream about going back | |
| The Demon' s eyes go from clear to skunk black | |
| He gropes your breasts with necessary attack | |
| As you suck his lips of fire | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Fallin' out of favor was my favorite thing | |
| ' Til I took the pill that made you real |