The demon may writhe in the sunshine
In the darkness it comes out to play
I keep it locked away because it's mine
But inside it will never stay
Instinct, the demon, the animal
A part of human nature
Call it whatever you will
But it's part of us all, to be sure
Without an outlet for passion
Without a canvass to paint as my own
Without a place for my aggression
It's like a sickness without a cure
The darkness isn't alien to me
It's not the first time I've shunned the light
But until I find my one and only
Against my demons, alone, I have to fightÂ