He could've been a king, or been anything He wasn't insane, he wasn't the devil Except for this pain that boiled his blood And boiled his brain It came out one day, came in a wave He couldn't believe, and he couldn't control it He was never the same... And we all run under the gun Like everyone She could've been the one to pull him away From all he had known, from all that possessed him But after the fight, she left in the night She left in the night It came out one day, it gave her away She couldn't believe, that she couldn't control it She was never the same...