THRESHOLD SICKS

CONTRAST...

There's more to me than meets the eye,

My other half my dark side,

Tranquil like a forest but I'm fire within

I'm a duck on a pond.

Left, back, hatred, malice,

Anger, sweat, blood, tears

These are the things I

Hate about me.

                          chorus:

Forgive these hands, forgive these eyes

They're blind to the fear and the blood they have spilled

My contrast is taking over and has rendered me

Angry again.

 

The heart cannot live without the soul

Even if the soul tries to burn hearts green pastures

Compromise between man and beast

Exorcise the demon.

Love, hate, balance, aggression

Dark, light, hero, coward

Who is the monster and

who is the man

Clarify yourself for me

Your eternal possibilities

However, until then return to shadow

Purge your presence from my heart

Purge me x4

Purge your x3 presence from my heart