Inside of me,
A schism between two sides.
One with horns beneath the skin.
Where you have muscles, I have sin.
I\'m always hot, burning from within.
The doctors have no answer,
And they sell not a pill.
To save the long gone,
To heal the self-hated.
To fix the broken glass,
I stand in front of a mirror,
And I see not a thing.
Inside of me.