Hydra

It's a fine line between saint and demon
I tread it every time
There's something manic in losing freedom
Caged in my own mind

Monsters chasing me, getting nearer
No thread to follow, blind
Stuck in this labyrinth made of mirrors
Cerberus behind

For every head I cut, there's two more that pop right out
I'm no Hercules, I know
I'm a slave to my own doubt
I'll slaughter you, even if it takes me out
Again and again
'Till the last head's rolling down

Slithering skin coming out the abyss
Hypnotizing me
Venomous taste in my mouth from your kiss
Hallucinating

It's just these things that I hear every day
I can't escape all the words that you say
"They'll leave you to drown or they'll use ya"
Turning me to stone, Medusa

For every head I cut, there's two more that pop right out
I'm no Hercules, I know
I'm a slave to my own doubt
I'll slaughter you, even if it takes me out
Again and again
'Till the last head's rolling down

I push this stone up to the top
Only to watch it roll back down
No matter what I do, you keep slipping through the cracks
Eating pomegranate seeds, and you keep pulling me back

For every head I cut, there's two more that pop right out
I'm no Hercules, I know
I'm a slave to my own doubt
I'll slaughter you, even if it takes me out
Again and again
'Till the last head's rolling down