Jekyll:
Awakening, I spy my blood-spotted dress:
red roses on white snow.
Last night’s deeds drowned in blackened abyss,
dark truths I don’t want to know.

Why, when I strive to be good, am I evil?
Why is there evil in each act of good?
Why, inside each of us, lurks something evil?
Why is each good action stained with bad blood?

Hyde:
Awakening, I know the hunt is near:
the wild wolf stalks the lamb.
I know nothing of day; I know nothing of fear,
and our reckoning will soon be at hand.

I am inside of you; I am your evil.
Evil intention stains each act of good.
Good would not be if we did not have evil,
so, every good action is steeped in bad blood.

Jekyll:
I’m purest white,

Hyde:
I'm darkest black,

Jekyll:
a soul of light,

Hyde:
Intent intact:

Jekyll:
to save man

Hyde:
to ravage man

Jekyll:
from his own hand.

Hyde:
with his own hand.

Jekyll:
To save the world

Hyde:
Destroy the world

Jekyll:
with wings unfurled,

Hyde:
with darkness unfurled.

Jekyll:
yet I am stained by darkness unseen.

Hyde:
Yet I am strained by virtue unseen.


Jekyll:
Who did I kiss and who did I kill?

Hyde:
Exhilarating pain met excruciating thrill.

Jekyll:
Where have I come from? Who has my soul?

Hyde:
You come from order; let chaos take control.

Jekyll:
How do I save myself? How do I win?

Hyde:
You lost the moment you chose to begin.

Jekyll:
How do I escape you? Leave me; we’re through.

Hyde:
You never will escape. You created me – I’m you.

Both:
Angels and demons,
we’re only human.
Hiding our true selves,
building our own hell.
Cursed by our own hand,
making a last stand.
Am I monster?
Am I man?

We play an angel in the light
And enact dark desires through the night.
Behind our bleak towers we hide,
Cowering behind misplaced pride.
We fear our unnatural thirsts,
But found a gift in our curse.
Man and monster, there’s a fine line.
Results: hellish. Intentions: divine.

We brag about our lust for blood, but it’s easier to be evil than good.
Inseparable nightmares and dreams, all that we are is a dying scream.
We are both predator and prey: a face in the mirror that won’t go away.
We can pray, we can curse, we can cry, but they’ll never separate Jekyll from Hyde!

Let’s determine who’s strong and weak.
Come! Let’s play Hyde and Seek.