You know it's not enough to get by
I feel it's best to let sleeping monsters lie
It's not the real me I'll be fine by morning
I just need a little time
This is my Mr. Hyde
It's not enough to get by
and paint your picket fence
as pure as the night sky
but why do it right?
If it feels good why not?
We're just getting by
You work until you die
It's not the real me I'll be fine by morning
I just need a little time
This is my Mr. Hyde
Well I'm down and I'm wearing thin
I can't help but keep hurting you
cause you're the only ones who still love me
I'm not myself
just let me die by my own hands
It's not the real me I'll be fine by morning
you will never understand
Dawn and the sea is crimson red reaching eastwards far away from the rest
where the man re-invents the wheel setting fire to a world of traps and scissors
Far away from the rest where the man re-invents the wheel