Paroles de Disciple

This goodness in my heart this evil in my head Do not exist in equal parts for only one is fed A growing dark veneer A conscience in repose tonight as I was sleeping here both of them arose Chorus: I saw a demon stare into my face and an angel touch my breast Each one softly calls my name and the demon scares me less the demon scares me less Something gentle tries to guide and occupies my soul but I never let it override the mind that I control If I turn toward the light its beauty cannot last for I think that it must be destroyed when I see how we contrast This wickedness in my reflection is familiar to my eyes it's the image of this love before me that I do not recognize Two opposing forces are measuring in me the distance of my spirit to the disciple I will be Chorus