Does anyone hear the footsteps of a lone man walking,
Hear the battle of his conscious and conscience that rages against his desires and temptations,
He hides a secret from the world,
It's easier for him to be locked away unable to hurt others,
They can't see the beast that is caged behind his eyes,
If they did they'd run, if they don't they should,
Unable to control the natural urge he had to burry the key long ago,
Keep the arm extended, let people believe they know.
But they don't, they can't, he will keep the animal out of sight,
Don't ask him to release it, you'll end up regretting it and getting bit.