The Mr. Hyde Jive

You'd better run.
You'd better hide
You'd better sneak away from the creature that's inside
All it takes is one stray, unfortunate night
To lay the foundation for the tomb in which you'll lie
I know it seems so fun to spend all of your time
Trapped within the entropy you've created in your mind
But please do heed my warning, son
You're not so different than I
The day that you succumb to me is the day that we both die

Laughter

Is that what you want to hear? Come on, man, no need to fear
You've lived your life so clean and coddled, so don't act so queer
Or perhaps act even more so
Put your hand up on his torso
Put your lips up to the bottle and let the liquid run its course
Though, perhaps you're Dr. Right? If so, then I'll be Mr. Wrong
Wanton with the wicked deeds. Come on! You've had your song
They say that when a good man's eyelids rain, a bad one's drink is poured
So say hello to the main event and say goodbye to the before
And raise a glass up to the one and only; the lowly, unholy Gothic Whore!

You'd better run
You'd better hide
You'd better to pray to God that our paths do not collide
Monsters. Murder. Mayhem all await the feeble mind
The back-end of morality rears its head out in the night
You'd best conspire
You'd best connive
You know the Devil will not go down without a fight
Kick an old man to the fucking ground just for looking at me snide
Dr. Jekyll has left the building
You can call me Mr. Hyde

Aw man, screw that tempo! That ain't no jive at all
Pick up the pace
Paint desire on your face and see just how quickly they fall

The dishonourable Edward Hyde; The King of Vice that can't be retconned
The backside of the coin the weak are too afraid to bet on
Flip it in the air and see just which way the wind blows
Then throw it in the slots and see how far your luck goes
Succumb to the song of the sinner and see the sunset
Slowly sink down to show that the sonnet's still not done yet
To think that they thought that that theologist could stop this
HA! I promise not one orison could stop this hotness
Hey... I'm just being honest

But please, forgive me if I'm sounding nonsensical
It's just that it's hard to remain sensible when my thoughts verge on unethical
The things I think are reprehensible!
Oh, yes, my mind's eye sides with the incomprehensible
An addict combating a lack of sobriety
His drink of choice? A mental breakdown of the existential variety
This lackadaisical cage he calls 'light compliance,' see
Is yet another lie to try to disguise the key

But there's no better way to be than basal, with no agency
Your past and present faces me with unyielding vacancy
My atrophy besteth thee with incredible efficacy
So dwell not on history and look to where you want to be
And he'll say that that's far, far, far, far, far, far away from me

But don't crawl away
Don't run and hide
Don't play the hero, no, you know you won't survive
He did this to himself, man. I'm just the other side
For every Henry in this world, there's an Edward stuck behind
So play your songs and roll the dice
Try your hand at impulse and lay the other on someone nice
Feed the demon a bite of freedom, just a morsel now and then will do
And if you sense dissension
Please, do pay attention
'Cos you know that demon is you

It hurts to see that rotten beast
But more than it hurts to think does it hurt when it's unleashed
So keep it docile
Keep it on your side
Lest you look upon its wrath from the back of your own mind
You know it's true
Don't avert your eyes
This is just what happens when you split virtue from vice
Death, despair, decay will extract what's left of life
And right when you need a doctor
I'll be there to twist the knife