Voices calling my name, evil force from within, almost bursts thru my skin
You may call me insane, but it's hard to depress, the beast is
Alive, inside, a burning sensation inside, it hides, waiting for me to submit, commit, to the Demonical Trait, the hate, feeds all the wolves in my head.
I'm forced down on my knees, eyes turn black and they roll, to the back of my skull
I am losing control, I can no longer hide, the beast is
We are one and the same, he is gasping for air, I am struggling to care,
Finally I am free, from the schackles of men, the beast is