How easy, how simple it could be
if I chose to just let go.
That beast, he lurks just beneath the surface;
he begs for a reason to devour us whole.
But if I let him go, I lose myself.
Him and I, me and him- we're too different.
How long must I endure it?
I am a cliff, holding back the tide.
He is the wind and the water, calling me to freedom
wearing me down little by little, day by day.
I feel the rush, spill the blood. Exalt.
Me and him, him and I... We're not so different, after all.