Duality

[Sultry, low, almost spoken-word, Norah Jones meets Portishead] Call me the calm... a placid bay Porcelain doll on a dusty display I’m the cool moonlight on the window pane The sweet, soft scent before the rain... I’m a measured breath, a placid tide A perfect place for you to hide... You want the surface, you want the art... BUT YOU DON'T WANNA SEE THE WAY IT FALLS APART! (Chorus) [Singing a clean, soaring melody over the chaos] I'm the sweet honey on your tongue! I'M THE BITTER STING THAT LEAVES YOU STUNG! The patient waiting through the night! THE SUDDEN, BLINDING, ANGRY LIGHT! I'm the sweet honey on your tongue! I'M THE BITTER STING THAT LEAVES YOU STUNG! This is the beautiful, terrible sum! From which you can never... run! (Bridge) [Rhythmic mumble rap, faster now] Fever-dream-thought, splinters-in-the-brain-stem Buildin' a cathedral just to condemn Every brick I lay is a promise to break For goodness' sake, for badness' sake, another mistake... I am the architecture, clean and true I am the reason for the lock, he just can’t get through He rattles the foundations, begs me for the key But the monster in the basement... is also me. (Chorus) [Singing a clean, soaring melody over the chaos] I'm the sweet honey on your tongue! (Male Vocals) [Full guttural screamo, Corey Taylor style] I'M THE BITTER STING THAT LEAVES YOU STUNG! The patient waiting through the night! THE SUDDEN, BLINDING, ANGRY LIGHT! This is the beautiful, terrible sum! From which you can never... run! This is the beautiful, terrible sum! From which you can never... run! (Bridge) (Bridge) [Soft, intimate, almost a lullaby] You see a garden, planted so well... ...but the roots are all WRONG! Soaked in kerosene and bred in HELL! I am the masterpiece, hanging on the wall... Come closer, darling... What's there to fear?