Always reflecting, always static
I hear the calling from inside.
Getting gradually louder
slowly rising like the tide.

One voice living in the day
that loves you and always will,
Another crying and tearing
the voice that's only shrill.

(to chorus)

Attempts to quell these spirits within
never seem to succeed for me.
Seeing the remainders of the life I once lived
Brings the shrillness higher to see.

Daylight used to bring out
a voice of a peaceful reign.
The shrill is getting louder
I'm starting to enjoy its pain.

We are me
Making me say the words.
We are me
Making me dream the dreams.
We are me
Feeling completely broken.
We are me
We are duality.

Duality is now my curse.