My disguises
Hold various
Pretenses
Of an
Inner Id
Running away
Cutting through
Threads that
Are sane

And he knows
What I'm
All about

Savaged and
Cunning
Id takes
Everything
Leaving smudges
On the wall
Where I reside
Waking up
Not knowing
The person
I went to
Bed as

And he knows
What I'm
All about

Conversations
Id carries on
And I just
Want to know
If it's what
I want as well
But the pleasure
Of controlling
An outcome
Makes Id
Feel so well

And he knows
What I'm
All about

Id's a monster
The monster
Inside me
Calling attention
To horrible things
And if I have no
One to blame
But myself
Then I say
Blame my Id
He's responsible
For everything