I am stuck in my own apocalypse.
In this war between "feels good" and "feels right"
Between anarchy and dictatorships
I find I must kill the Cain inside
I betray myself like son against son
My heart is at war like north versus south
These thoughts ricochet from a smoking gun
Haphazardly from my rogue mouth
I have to kill the Esau inside of me
That bastard twin would destroy everything
I'm chained to myself, never to be free
Unless I murder the source of of my sin
The Cain inside will face eternal death
I must murder him with my every breath.
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