You think you have me beaten?
Well the war has just begun
You think because I have blood on my face
That it’s over and you’ve won?

Well take a second guess, mate
And look me in the eye
Do I look like I have lost?
Do I look like I’m gonna cry?

What’s that you see?
I’m actually starting to smile?
I haven’t unleashed my inner beast
He has yet to taste freedom (I think it’s been a while.)

I keep him in a vial,
I keep him locked up as ashes
Yet once I pop the rubber cork top
It flows out, coils and thrashes.

Forming a darker version of myself
An inner demon, if you like
And his hand curls into a fist
Now it’s my time to strike

I study your face carefully
As I regain my feet
What you just thought was victory
Has you realize that it’s defeat.

A growl escapes my lips
As this beast bares his fangs
My hands turn into claws
And in shock your face does hang.

I only have one word for you
So I’ll say it once, and be done
I look up with blood-red eyes
And simply utter “Run”.