Disciple

This goodness in my heart
this evil in my head
Do not exist in equal parts
for only one is fed
A growing dark veneer
A conscience in repose
tonight as I was sleeping here
both of them arose

Chorus:
I saw a demon stare into my face
and an angel touch my breast
Each one softly calls my name
and the demon scares me less
the demon scares me less

Something gentle tries to guide
and occupies my soul
but I never let it override
the mind that I control
If I turn toward the light
its beauty cannot last
for I think that it must be destroyed
when I see how we contrast
This wickedness in my reflection
is familiar to my eyes
it's the image of this love before me
that I do not recognize
Two opposing forces
are measuring in me
the distance of my spirit to
the disciple I will be

Chorus