Week 1 - Lyric Olympics: Witty vs. Dull Boy

[Witty]

He lives in a canyon, the core of your mind where bliss is abandoned
A thorn in your side, horror and pride existing in tandem
The kiss of a phantom, the touch of a beast
Feel the clutch and release of his limitless tantrum
The rush...and relief....
Touched by the grief of an image too vivid to fathom
He's violent and Satanic
You'll cry and you'll shake...panic
Try to escape, but without the light of the day...
...you aren't fighting your way past it
He's the type that will play havoc
when the night is silent and gray - static
defile and defame, wild and deranged
That image that whirls around in your brain's graphic
His home is inside this recklessness, his hope in despair
He's broken your mind to detritus, just smoke in the air
You chose your demise, closing your eyes is poking the bear
You opened your soul to this hopeless affair
Broken and cold, body soaking...and scared
Now you've awakened...but afraid of the night
Because right when your mind is vacant...
....he'll be waiting to strike.