Alter Ego

The night feels electric when
you live in the fast lane,
Fast life, faster money,
no brakes, no shame.
We both stare into the witch’s
cauldron, Whispering "fuck it,"
and leap in without hesitation.

I tried to walk the straight path,
to live my life right,
Said my prayers each night,
seeking peace in the fight.
"You used to be ruthless,
you took what you wanted,
A boot to their necks, your
power undaunted. I thought
I buried you deep, thought
you’d die, But you keep
coming back, no matter
how hard I try."

Your mind, like a strategist,
every move precise,
A perfect shot, impeccable,
sharp as a knife.
Now here I am, digging you
up from the grave,
Tired of the quiet,
tired of being brave.

Lord, have mercy on this
twisted world, I’m playing
Russian Roulette, where chaos unfurls.
The healed me walks away from
the fight, But you—you smile,
knowing wrong from right.

Do you like what you’ve done to me?
Kiss me on the lips, then
tell me to be free. I ask myself—
how will this all unfold?
Do you want my skin to wear,
To take control?

Maybe it’s time to bring you back,
Leave behind these mornings,
so calm, so lack.
Let’s breathe life into the beast,
Let it rise, The promises you made,
I’ll never tell.

One thing I’ll give you,
and that’s your due, You always kept
your word, no matter what you
had to pursue. In the words of
Spock live long and prosper,
my little Devil I set you free now let the
Track, "The Hills" play finally
Shits about to get done.

NP