Duo of Me

Grab your mask
Fake a smile
No one sees your fucking rage.

Still waters and Pink humid skies 
Stop! 
This is no slow-motion tale, here the lily dies,
Unspoken, you little shit, but it’s season tide
Where does your ego reside?
Choose your weapon and pick a side.
Did you fucking see me, are we still yet, or did we ripple?

Within my core, there is this duo inside of me
One rules with trusty hands
Then a many faced man, with my inked hands, 
Expel, the rage, it’s outerbody. 
Expel the fucking rage it’s out your body!

As I built my time, I’ve raised a deity beside me 
The demon marks his masterful decree,
It rules by the guillotine and attacks within,
As you sit and reconcile subliminal sin,
It’s a black hole, fed by your coexistence 
Running forward an aching self-subsistence 

Within my core, there is this duo inside of me
One rules with trusty hands
Then a many faced man, with my inked hands, 
Expel, the rage, it’s outerbody. 
Expel the fucking rage it’s out your body!

Mouth wired shut,
Hot sun, loud splitting migraine,
Visceral thrills, trusty, grab the butane.
A rope and a shortcut,
The many faces, and a mask
The right choice, absolve both your great ask!
Feed the disease and seek weak desires,
For the weak reeks,
watching your week set,
as the duo interjects;
and your story resets.

Flip your pillow
Keep your eyes level 
With half the glass 
The duo always fucking resets

Within my core, there is this duo inside of me
One rules with trusty hands
Then a many faced man, with my inked hands, 
Expel, the rage, it’s outerbody. 
Expel the fucking rage it’s out your body!

Within my core, there is this duo inside of me
One rules with trusty hands
Then a many faced man, with my inked hands, 
Expel, the rage, it’s outerbody. 
Expel the fucking rage it’s out your body!

[final chorus]
Within my core, there is this duo inside of me
One rules with trusty hands
Then a many faced man, with my inked hands, 
Expel, the rage, it’s outerbody. 
Expel the fucking rage it’s out your body!
Expel, expel and it fucking rages.
Cut the trusty hands and bury tortured faces
Grab the rope and tie a knot
Focus on my hands, bloody now, still ink bought.

Hardcore rock, metal influences. Use of bass, double guitar, drums.
Singer has a raspy growl. Harshly melodic.