I'm an angel and a devil, living with regret.
Choosing compassion, sympathy, and care
To go with my lies, ulterior motives, and ***.
The influence of promiscuity
Gives my conscious visual acuity.
Not in the black and not in the red
Yet my morality is seriously dead.

But there's still a light in me
Burning ever brightly
Deep within the walls I've built.
It's going to take a tornado
An earthquake maybe a hurricane, too
To crash through the cell I'm in
But I want to live again.
So let it come.