Intro: This is a conversation between me and myself...
Part One: The Bad One
Look at yourself in the mirror – head bowed down again,
playing "the good guy" again, swallowing lies and pain.
I’m sick of your naivety, of your hand so soft and weak,
everyone uses you, everyone leaves you broken and bleak!
You’re a doormat, just a shadow without a voice,
staying quiet while they crush you, like you have no choice.
Say something! Slam the table just once, be a man!
But you’re weak – neither a storm, nor a rain upon the land.
Part Two: The Good One
Shut up! Your voice is a poison that burns through my veins,
you’re primal, you’re the one who only leaves stains!
Look at you – wherever you go, there’s only ash and fear,
you wallow in the mud, and I’m the one who pays the gear.
Nobody loves you, nobody wants you near,
people run away when your demons and scars appear.
I hate the way you bite without thinking of the cost,
you’re the hell inside me, while I just want peace at any cost.
Chorus: (Both simultaneously – high intensity)
One body, two sides – an eternal battle of guilt!
One too quiet, the other – wild in the rage he built.
"Go away!" screams the good, "Get lost!" the bad replies,
but the truth is, loneliness embraces both our lives.
Who wins today? Who will wear the mask when we’re through?
One in the dirt, the other – locked in a heaven untrue.
Part Three: The Bad One
Your "heaven" is a cage! Look at you – you’re nothing without me!
If I didn't bite back, you’d be fallen for all to see.
You’re the fool who believes the world is kind and grand,
but I’m your shield, protecting you from the "goodness" of the land.
Part Four: The Good One
You’re not a shield, you’re a stone pulling me to the deep,
because of you I’m alone, because of you the world is bleak.
Everyone hates you! Everyone calls my name,
they want you gone, they want you out, to end this internal flame.
You’re the mistake I keep repeating, day after day, the same.
Bridge:
(Bad): Weakling...
(Good): Tyrant...
(Bad): Naive...
(Good): Monster...
(Good): Just leave... I want to breathe.
(Bad): If I leave... nothing will remain.
(Good): I’m tired...
(Bad): Me too.
Part Five: The Good One
I stopped. And you’re gone. The silence is worse than the fight.
I see now that without you, I’m fragile against the night.
I hate you, but you’re my instinct to survive,
without you I’m just a target, a soul barely alive.
Maybe you’re right, maybe I should be stronger, more bold.
Maybe I’m blind to the shadows the world has always hold.
Part Six: The Bad One
Shut up! Silence... this is new. Hate I know, but you’ve changed your tone.
Maybe I went too far, marching forward all alone.
I admit, without you I’m just chaos, aimless rage.
I destroy, yes, but I leave behind an empty, barren stage.
Your dreams, your patience – they give me a reason to be.
Without you, I’m just a lost scream in the sea.
Outro:
I spoke with myself and I realized
that my two sides complete each other.
One side cannot exist wit
