Anger swells like the tide, breaks upon my chest
Washes over my eyes, Coates my words, soaks my thoughts
I'm no longer me, or am I truly me?
What have I become? Perhaps this is the way I was always meant to be
I am the werewolf, a man who fears the beast
A beast who hates the man, for man is weak
The face of the beast, born of struggle between
The creatures inside from which I can't hide
Dark vs. light, wrong vs. right
Which one am I? Which one am I?
What makes a child want to be feared more than to be loved?
Fear breeds respect, respect so long denied
Now a man screams to the child
You've let it go too far, I can't find my way back
I am a hurricane, this storm has no eye
Strike in all directions, no one is safe
When everything's destroyed, I'll turn on myself
An unstoppable flood, a volcanic erruption of pain, a violent implosion of hate
I am perfect rage, merciful insanity
An unconscious frenzy in the basement of my mind
The face of the beast, born of struggle between the creatures inside, how they collide
Dark vs. light, wrong vs. right
Which one am I? Ask myself why
The hourglass turns, a matter of time
Before the dam breaks, before the earth quakes
I've no control, a noise in my head
The grind of my teeth, the song of the dead
