I feel the pressure of the no good stacked against me. Disconnecting me from myself and what I'm suppose to be.
The wicked truly never rest, they invite you into death. With judging eyes, they're only in the minds of their favored.


My soul has been split in two. My dark side has it's clutch on me now.

I know I'm not so different from the evils a hold of this place but I can't get over the familiar difference between our lives.

The wicked walk so proud, they'll send themselves down. Cause they all run so blind, they'll rip the eyes out of all their kind.

My soul has been split in two. My dark side has it's clutch on me now.


Infiltrated your mind, seen the truth in your doubt. Everything's so hollowed out. I know not to let you in, I know I can't take what you give. Another ultimatum to live.


But who am I to tell the right side out? Odds are, I'm just a man pushed too far.

These reapers tore me apart from the person that you thought you knew so well.

It's not a disguise, just a side of me that I know now will keep me alive.

I accept it