The box of facades in you
Speak to me
The alter ego of darkness
That hides behind.
Managed to repress your animal, eh?
Couldn’t repress it anymore…
Let it explode right from the chest,
The troglodyte in you
Let it find its way from the murk streets.
Leave the charity of goodness behind
The fiend that lives inside you
Finding a way to walk freely on the murk streets
Untreasure the facade box
Fire it with fuels waiting to be ignited
No more the white
No more the darkness lurks behind
A fiend and a friend
Residing in one…