Enough

[Intro:Eerie, pulsing synth and a single, repeating piano note]

(Darkness whispers, in my own voice...
A twisted echo, I have no choice)

[Verse]
This typewriter keys, are cold as stone,
a story of a man, who's all alone.
The page it bleeds, a familiar name,
a shadow self, I can not tame.
This flashlight beam, is growing weak,
against the terror, that I seek.

[Pre-Chorus]
The ink is rising, a tidal wave,
it's not a prison, it's a grave,
i feel him twisting, in my bones,
he's claiming, everything I own...

[Chorus:Driving rock beat with heavy bass and distorted guitars kicks in]
This is a war, inside my head! (My head)
The living fighting, with the dead!
(The dead)

I am the hunter, and the prey,
will the darkness, fade away?
A'm just a puppet, on a string?
A broken man, who can not win?

[Instrumental:Intense guitar solo and synth layers, maintaining the chaotic energy]

[Post-Chorus:Echoing vocals over a slightly pulled-back beat]

(A reflection in a bloody glass...
Is this the first night,
or the last?)

[Verse 2]
He wears my face, he knows my fears,
he's been the architect for years.
He writes the endings, black and bleak,
the future that, I can not speak.
My sanctuary's, overrun,
this battle can not be undone.

[Pre-Chorus]
The ink is rising, a tidal wave,
it's not a prison, it's a grave,
i feel him twisting, in my bones,
he's claiming, everything I own...

[Chorus:Full energy returns]
This is a war, inside my head! (My head)
The living fighting, with the dead!
(The dead)

I am the hunter, and the prey,
will the darkness, fade away?
A'm just a puppet, on a string?
A broken man, who can not win?

[Instrumental:Darker, more atmospheric break with a throbbing bassline and sound effects reminiscent of the Dark Place]

[Verse 3]
One final bullet, one last light,
to sever me from, this endless night.
But if I pull the trigger, tell me who will fall?
Will I destroy the shadow, or become it all?

[Bridge:Music becomes sparse, tense, with a haunting piano melody]

(The hero and the monster, share one skin,
where does his sin end, and mine begin?
I grip the pen, I make my stand,
but the weapon in my hand...
Is his hand)

[Final Chorus:Music swells back, but more desperate and layered, with overlapping vocals]
This is the war, inside my head! (My head!)
The living fighting, with the dead!
(The dead!)

I am the hunter, and the prey!
The darkness never fades away!
I am the puppet, on a string!
This is the song...The broken sing!