• How can I live,
    knowing what I must become.
    And here I am, far from my path,
    with a lonely song to hum.

    The pressure builds,
    the choice must be made.
    what will I fight for,
    The light or the shade?

    Half and half,
    a schizophrenic self becomes present.
    Part of me wants to rise,
    the other only wants to be pleasant.

    I want to rise,
    I thirst for power and pleasure.
    I want acceptation,
    and to be feared without measure.

    but I want to show you,
    the true power of our father.
    I just want to show everyone love,
    and be with Jesus, without a bother.

    I know what will come,
    I will either crash and burn, or escape undead.
    But it's hard to live,
    seeing the dead end ahead.