Am I Dr. Jekyll
I'm really not that sure
It says so on my license
And my certificate of birth
But certain hours of my life
Are less than just a blur
For hours into the night
I can't quite say that I was there
The memory swirls like an oil slick
Acting as a foggy mirror
I see a face that's quite like mine
Only wild eyes and crazy hair
And behind these eyes
I can see the people in the street
As I crush them heads
With my big feet
And make them scream and cry
CUZ I R MR. HYDE
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