Just two songs I wrote quite some time ago, both are in their entirety without abbreviated chorus or anything similar. They're both alright on their own, but I do consider them a set as their inspiration came from the same place and they seem to fit each other alright. Without further ado,

Song: Howl (Primal Mind)

Restless energy of a tireless hound,
Mind's to sharp to be put in the pound,
Placid eyes sparkle,
it's gonna be fun,
this dog's gonna go for a run.

Primal mind,
understanding less,
than the facade,
have you understand.
There's blacks and whites,
made gray,
Illusions dispelled,
colour blind,
so I stay,
primal mind.

Get hit, why?
No real reason.
Placidity fades,
rage contorts.
A fury comes out,
claws as fists,
fists as claws.

Sparkle a flame,
tail wag a howl.
New enthusiam,
appetite for destruction,
beast's furore.
Teeth bared,
temper flared,
the simple rage,
of a primal mind.

Primal mind,
understanding less,
than the facade,
have you understand.
There's blacks and whites,
made gray,
Illusions dispelled,
colour blind,
so I stay,
primal mind.

Bite back,
the rage inside.
Fight back,
frustrated mind.
Rip and snarl,
til an end is found,
end to a menace,
or an end to the hound.

Primal mind,
understanding less,
than the facade,
have you understand.
There's blacks and whites,
made gray,
Illusions dispelled,
colour blind,
so I stay,
primal mind.

Clouds go by,
moonlight returns,
as vision restores,
so do concerns.
Clawless fist,
human wrist,
warm blood trickles down.
If not a beast, colourblind,
what is there to find?
Primal mind.

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Song: Thoughts of a Beast

Watch in the shadows,
without a sound.
Ears are sharp,
as sharp as a hound.
He watches his prey,
they're predators too.
An eerie smile,
he certainly knew.

AND THEN HE GOES WILD,
taking them down,
with effort so mild.
For his nature is,
rather chaotic.
Some people might say,
a little psychotic.
But the thought of him,
is often enough.
Because when he plays,
he plays rather rough.

AND THE REST HAVE FLED,
seems the predator,
has filled them with dread.
No conflict it seems,
things should be good.
But the predator,
so hungry,
wished to savage,
if he could.

A SOUL CORRUPT.
Breaking free,
crazed thoughts interrupt.
Wanting some conflict,
wanting a fight.
Wanting a way to test out his might.

THEN HE THINKS OF YOU,
and begins to smile.
Sanity restored,
at least for the while.
Yes he thinks of you,
and begins to smile.
His sanity's restored,
at least for the while...

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