The Beast کے بول

There is always a knife hanging over my head Dread and misery always wait ahead The beast is panting in the shadows of my past As fast as I may run, it will catch me, devour me Now trembling I can hardly walk straight I feel it near It smells my fear I am shivering How could I ever ignore This calamity Living in me There is always a knife hanging over my head Dread and misery always wait ahead The beast is panting in the shadows of my past As fast as I may run, it will catch me, devour me So I surrender to my hideous desires For I can run but never hide For destruction is sweet creation I may be vile, but never weak