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I'm not entirely crazy.

I'm not entirely sane.

I'm not entirely the one

Who's gonna scream your name.



I'm not entirely right.

I'm not entirely wrong.

I'm not entirely the one

Any man would long for.



I'm that fear in your heart,

That inkling in your mind.

I'm that stab of guilt

When you leave someone behind.



I'm that hatred you feel

Against your enemy.

I'm the one that's gonna' bring your love

Down to it's knees.



I'm not entirely to blame.

I'm not entirely an angel.

I'm not entirely going

To save your soul from being strangled.



I'm not entirely your slave,

But I'm not entirely free.

I'm not entirely the pressure

That breaks your sanity.



I'm that shadow of doubt,

That hair raising chill.

I'm that slowly building hunger

That you never can fill.



I'm that voice in your head,

That tells you what to do.

I'm the only thing that knows

What's gonna' happen to you.



I'm not entirely yours,

But you are my slave to be.

That being that I dwell in,

The one life gave to me.



I'm not entirely your summer,

But I'm your winter too.

With my icy disposition,

That burns right through you.



I'm not entirely your god,

As well as your devil.

I'm your only link to heaven

And your vision of hell.



I'm not entirely the answer,

I'm a question like most.

That little parasitic pain,

Feeding on my host.



-Morbid Seraphim