| Crows flying high in the misty morning sky. A sense of death around, a Hell which I can feel, me it surrounds. I hear you speak. You think I'm some little weak freak. I'm about to help your life get dim, turn up the heat, and slit your throat all the way around the rim. Cut you slowly, then tear you apart limb from limb. A mass of animals giving respect, to the tiger, King of the jungle, to me, your just a worthless bitch. Can't fight for yourself, so you fight for some one else. My rage builds and exceeds my thresh hold, my pain comes and never gos, my hate is internal, helping me send it external, I have become the beast, which is always cold. I hear you speak, you say I have no life, that my future looks bleak, you are deep within. The Demon of my strife, the one which held me hostage, useing a mystical knife. You are me, and I am you, we hate one another, yet love one another to. I cannot escape you, and you cannot escape me. We are one. And seperate, we are the Souls that are desperate to find whats buried so very deep inside. A link to the world above, to shove all the false love into the abyss below. One in the same, with a single name, twin personalitys with the same goal. To kill and be free, this we know. Down the hill, over the mountains we roll. We tumble fall, crawl, then stand to fight, under the midnight moonlight. I can grasp your hand, and slit your wrist, you can punch my face, and even out run me in the race. Yet we will end up where we started, because we are one in the same, we can never really become parted. |
