I am an evil. When the darkness inside me prevails again, When pain of the world stitches my veins. No place feels like a home, nowhere to go. I'm a vagabond, drinking toxic smokes. The freshness of morning breeze can't please me. I look for the coldness in time's leaves at night. All the colours tease my eyes, 'Cause I'm a nightmare black & white.
I am an angel. Whenever there's a triumph of epic lights. Perceiving all the truths of a life. Fantasize about dreams embedded in a smile Nothing, but all I see is stars in every sky. My feet tied to the world, But still, with glory I'll rise. As my wings, every clipped feather Is lighter than those fetters you try to tie.
Son of love and son of hate, Slave of light, so hallowed and the dark, mundane. Paths I choose, leave trails of tales behind Some with gospel, some with myths, you frame. Still I jar in the boons, or kiss curses away With all of my desires, very insane. I'm a craftsman of God or worker of the demons. Every word, if fail to describe, Better call me a human.