Текст песни The Beast Inside - Robert Vincent

And I lost my voice, you still hear me calling
Without my name, I'd still be known to you
Another ledge, a precipice, I'm staring into
Another Ghost of a life well wasted

And there's a hope and intention
To keep the beast inside

And I awoke, I was not dreaming
Before I spoke, I wrote down what I had seen
And there's a life an escape, we can salvage
Another hope, one that came from belief

And there's a want a temptation
To poke the beast inside

And I spilled my blood, on the teeth of this issue
Faced the beast and it said to me
I'm just yourself a version of
That won't listen, and when you poke you're just poking yourself

And there's a need a dedication, to lose myself sometimes
And there's no sense where there is no feeling
So I poked the beast inside