JEKYLL
October 7th. After midnight. The experiment is out of control. The transformations are starting to recur of their own accord. I cannot bear much more. The beast has taken a heavy toll, not only on me, who can yet be saved, but on others, who cannot. I remain convinced there is a way to counteract the effects of the formula, but I must have new chemicals for the antidote soon. Every day they say they will be delivered, but still they do not come! I dare not leave this place. I am dangerous - more dangerous than any wild animal stalking its prey...

No one must ever know
What I have done
For if anyone does
All my work is undone
And I must gain control
Of this monster inside
In the name of the people who've died!

But how to deal
With a foe I can't see
Who whenever he wants
Takes possession of me?

In the battle of wills
That is raging inside,
Will I end up as me, or as Hyde?

Could it be?
Have I really lost my way?
Have I lost my mind?
Will I lose the day?

Am I a good man?
Am I a mad man?
It's such a fine line
Between a good man and a bad...

Somehow I have to get back
To the place where my journey started.
Find the course I charted
When I first departed.

Somehow I have to hang on
To the vision that first inspired me,
To the hope that fired me
When the world admired me!
I'll find a way back to the higher ground!
And see the view I saw before.
I'll search the world until the answer's found!
And then success will pound upon my door!

Somehow I have to rebuild
All the dreams that the wind have scattered.
From what fate has shattered -
I'll retrieve what mattered!

Somehow I've got to go on
Till the evil has been defeated,
Till my work's compleated -
I will not be cheated!

God! You must help me carry on!
When it seems all hope has gone,
I have got to carry on!