Here comes the dawn And I haven't made up my mind Brief conversations Come in circles There's no regret Except for shit I didn't do It tends to weigh More than my actions Shortly my hate will burn strong right from my core And I'll become the strangest beast that I have known Should I give up, pray to the gods or face the gun? How does one kill the inner psycho? I fight with myself every night Drunk in the darkness Waiting for my death to come I'd dance but the Devil's around Looking askance at me No move will release me Unless God tells me how to do it Or Satan shows me how it's done