How do we know when to get off this merry-go-round, you and I
Spinning and spiraling till we dizzy and drop
We are monsters in our own right, but I suppose it must take one to spot one
Wolves in sheep’s clothing...
Isn’t that true of anyone?

To what degree do we all reek of sin?
To what degree must we struggle to overcome our cruel nature?
And to what degree must we repent?

It seems as though I do not make the cut
But what of you then?
You’re certainly no angel
We crawl to these depths together because we know no one else could follow us here
We peel each other's pitiful masks to expose the cowering demon beneath
Only we can indulge in such a spectacular sight
For we bring about the worst in each other
Mirrors of our weaknesses
We can’t look away
It’s exhilarating, terrifying, numbing, comforting
How could you see our union as anything but destiny
Anti-soulmates...
Will we ever truly escape each other?