[Verse 1]
Verse:
I've had demons underneath my bed
Whispering bad things into my head
Telling me to keep the lies low
Ain't tryna be exposed like that
Shadows dancing on my walls
But they don't have to let me go
Interlude:
Oh-oh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah
Chorus:
12 a.m.'s coming, something is happening
It's getting twisted, better call the Reverend
Oh, twelve step program for this addictions
Skeletons, skeletons, get out the closet
Post-Chorus:
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Yeah, yeah
Woah-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Yeah, yeah
Instrumental Break:
Bridge:
There's gonna be a party
Invite everybody that you know
Something is changing
Jesus is gonna bring me home
Oh, a little bit of mystery (Oh-oh-oh)
Everyone around here wants to know (Oh-oh-oh)
There's gonna be a party (Oh-oh-oh)
Invite everybody that you know (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
There's gonna be a party (Oh, ohh)
Invite everybody that you know
Something is changing
Jesus is gonna bring me home
Bring me home (Oh, oh-oh-oh)
Oh-ooh (Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
There's gonna be a party (Oh, oh-oh-oh)
Invite everybody that you know (Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
Demons
Song Meaning
Dante Bowe names a specific, private struggle before offering any resolution in "Demons" — "I've had demons underneath my bed, whispering bad things into my head, telling me to keep the lies low." The song stays honest about the instinct to hide rather than confess, admitting "ain't tryna be exposed like that" before anything changes.
"Twelve step program for this addiction, skeletons, skeletons, get out the closet" keeps the confession specific and a little uncomfortable rather than vague, borrowing recovery language to describe a struggle the song refuses to spiritualize away entirely. The turn arrives almost casually — "something is changing, Jesus is gonna bring me home" — stated as fact rather than argued into being.
"There's gonna be a party, invite everybody that you know" answers private shame with public celebration, echoing the kind of party thrown for something found rather than merely fixed — the song ends anticipating a return that hasn't happened yet, treated as already certain.