The darkest hour of the night br Is when my demon is impossible to fight br The usual commands are to kill br Or to pursue some erotic thrill br br Images of the jet black knife br Taking some unknown persons life br And theres always so much blood br That always comes in a flood br The evil voice whispers from inside br Of all the people that should of died br And if there is no blade to thrust br Then it sings to me of an evil lust br At first it is only a gentile caress br That carries along a ragged breath br But then the clothes hit the ground br And nothing is safe or sound br The scratching, the biting, and the tearing br And the unbearable heat from a lustful passion burning br br Unfortunately I cannot divine br Why this voice sounds so much like mine br The obvious answer is plain to see br That this is no voice of a demon, but the voice of mebr br Tyrone Wingfieldbr br