I really do think of you
As the demon in my place
Mister Hyde's great disguise
Wearing my same face
I must purge as you emerge
From the deepest depths of hell
If I ever knew this side of you
I could truly know myself
The irony of recycling
I know how much you drink
The blasphemy of you being me
Is you say exactly what I think
The only bloom that rids me of you
Is all that love lost
If a part of you could stay
If I could fly without the lot
Don't wreck me, fortune, free me from hell
But let the demon's breach still be a part of me
Let me truly know myself