DEMONS OF MUSIC,

                                                KISS


  Back in the past from where they came,

  Four different faces performed on the stage.

  Their appearances all covered, hidden from view,

  Who were they really, nobody knew.

  Like demons they dressed, but music they played,

  All of them different, what did they have to say.

  In their songs were expressed, feelings,

  Looking at them didn't seem so,

  Hearts they all had, this, soon all would know.

  On the drums he will bang, with a face like a cat,

  His name is peter, inside he's more than that.

   Ace wears a disguise just like the rest,

  Playing his guitar is what he does best. 

  Paul is another, lead guitar he does play,

  A star on his face, has something to say.

  Like a serpent showing his tongue,

  Like a dragon spitting fire,

  A mask he does wear and his shoes make him higher.    

                               Keith Garrett