The demon had me in his grip....held me so right that my blood would drip
To get away I had to think fast.....I knew this I was not going to last
To escape this fear I had to make this plan.....what I thought of would not make me his biggest fan
I put down the bottle ....his hold on me I would attempt to throttle
I would follow my journey as far as it will go...I would block any tricks that he could throw
So with this I grab the higher ones hand........and throughout this battle I will stand