Is it worth all the ringing? Is it worth all the pain? Is it worth the pretending? The fear? The disdain? Is it worth the shift in countenance just to live how I'd like? Is it worth the split in conscience just to sate what's inside? Is it really still working, this thin, weak facade? Can I really still maintain my emotional guard? My costume is tearing My patience is wearing My ears begin to bleed as I feel the monster staring And the fear contorts 'to anger as I begin to see red And the anger grows remorseful as I return, retiring to bed This sad, seeping tragedy inside my head And there's so much to see here, so much more to do Yet I can't help but relinquish control off to you Perhaps our God in Heaven, thought to be kind and just Isn't quite as forgiving as we once thought he was This vile ebullition of liquor, tincture and salt Seems to be my seldom let from this hellish assault You sit there and tempt me, overgrowing with envy Like a jealous, callous moss, determined to drain me till I'm empty And I know I shouldn't feed you, but somehow I feel the need to Like a deviant or a drunkard condemned by oaths they cannot see through And lo, here I stand, half a man So if you can, please take this phial from my hand Before I change my mind and let the freak upon this land I've tried this before, to keep a lock upon this door But every night I sleep myself I awake as him once more I've lied and I've bargained to keep these shackles hardened But the creature lain in wait will never cease his barrage And I've begun to grow short in both temperance and stores since My salt I so rely on seems to be tainted and impure So I laugh at the irony. And I know there's one single, lonesome cure But if it takes Mr. Hyde with me Then I'm glad to hang.