NOTE: When Jekyll becomes Hyde, there is no physical transformation and it is merely psychological phenomenon.


Longing for the old,

Captured by the cold.

Cherished only by myself,

Shoved onto this lonely shelf.

Wishing for another time,

Lost in this silly rhyme.

Wanting to be free,

Finding nothing easy.

They tell me I have to change,

That I am mad and deranged.

They tell me that my ways have to go,

That the new word is "No!"

They tell me that it is the dawn,

Of the end of violence and brawn.

They tell me that it is the day,

Of a whole new and beautiful way.

Now I must mindlessly submit,

To this new makeshift psychological kit.

Made up by these silly quacks,

My only way to escape the bloody rack.

Surrounded by his family and friends,

Seeking to make of me only an end.

Wishing for another time,

Lost in this silly rhyme.

They tell me I have to be,

A whole new brand new me.

They tell me I have to see,

What is to them centrally key.

They tell me I have to flow,

With this boat that they now row.

They tell me that my life,

Must be entirely freed of strife.

Now I must mindlessly submit,

To this singular chair where I sit.

In a corner I feel like a child,

The manner they treat me is not mild.

They are certain that I am mad,

And of that I am only glad.

They pin me against the wall,

And I feel that my legs will eventually fall.

They tell me what to do,

And now my days are full of rue.

They tell me I have to think,

That my soul can no longer sink.

They tell me I have to raise myself higher,

That I can no longer be a liar.

They tell me I have to clean my hands,

That I can no longer of cruelty be a fan.

They tell me I must change,

And how they must see me as deranged.

Now I must mindlessly submit,

To these convulsive angry fits.

I can not even begin to stand,

This new blood free land.

Contained and restrained,

Held back and insane.

No freedom for Hyde,

Only a knife in my side.

Jekyll can not protect me,

I can now only pay my fee.

Jekyll can not save me,

And yet he still can not divide himself from me.

They tell me I have to die,

I yell and scream and cry.

They tell me I have to go,

I growl and tell them "No!"

They tell me I have to leave,

In my rage I can only seethe.

They tell me I have strength to find,

In order my will to sign.

They tell me I have to die,

Of this I simply sigh.

Now I must mindlessly submit,

To this life they masterly knit.

To this eventual death they plan,

To my end and my ban.

To this world of no rapture,

To this place with Jekyll's picture.

To rebellion and being alone,

To this web of psychology so sewn.

To being replaced forever by the doctor,

To going back and forth in this rocker.

They tell me I have to die,

I yell and scream and cry.