| There is a different darkness |
| Deep down inside my soul |
| Each night I fight my hardest, hoping it won’t take control |
| And still I taste the poison |
| The weight of all my wounds |
| My ill, infected voice from breathing in the fumes |
| I can hear my demons calling out |
| Deep in my mind |
| Biding their time beneath my skin |
| And my broken soul’s a battleground |
| Holding the line |
| Desperate to find a way to win |
| Can I conquer the wolf within? |
| Can I conquer the wolf within? |
| There is a war inside me |
| My soul against my mind |
| My shadows always find me |
| Every step they’re close behind |
| And like a waning candle |
| A river in a drought |
| My flame, with every battle slowly burning out |
| I can hear my demons calling out |
| Deep in my mind |
| Biding their time beneath my skin |
| And my broken soul’s a battleground |
| Holding the line |
| Desperate to find a way to win |
| Can I conquer the wolf within? |
| Can I conquer the wolf within? |
| The wolf within |
| Conquer the wolf within |