I have the lust, and he has the rage.
I have the youth, and he has the age.
Yet I ask who he is, and I learn who I am
I ask him again, and I hear him, *******
Blood spills on the floor, is it his, is it mine?
Yes.

I want but to love, his wish is to ****
I appeal to their minds, he overpowers their will
but we both lose control, we both take control,
we both burn bright, and we're both filled with soul
But is it I who can see, or him with the eyes?
Yes.

I was raised from the heart, he was raised from the wrath,
two monsters akin, destroying all in our path.
He wrings the neck, I kiss the lips,
he breaks the back, I caress the hips,
I create life, he destroy all
I am the spring, he is the fall.
But is it he who is dangerous, or I who is the monster?
Yes.

For we both are one monster, forever together.
We both are just the one, killing forever.
No.