They talk about monsters,
While I sit and stare on.
Those three headed dogs,
Can be calmed,
With a song.
Those evil blue spirits,
Can be killed with a touch of good.
The darkness,
The light.
The day,
The night.
There is only one monster,
They haunt,
They bite.
Our demons they hide,
Chasing away the light.
We want them away,
We push our will with all our might
We will lose,
As they drown out all light.
They talk about monsters,
While I sit and stare,
Watch my monsters tear me apart,
While no one is there.
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