It it all made up, is it natural to mankind, was the monster that I saw really just a state of mind?
Was I wrong all along, was instinct fooling me, could it be that there's no cure because there is no disease?
What if I was right, in everyone the monster dwells? Then sedation is preferable to living in this hell
Now I can no longer see, in this fading light, the reason that I thought it worth putting up a fight
You could give up easily, if you could just see, then you would just surrender
Take the pressure off of me, put me back to sleep, I could just surrender
You may think you're only one and you are freedom's only son, but suddenly it means you are alone
When the wasteland is your home it seems so hard to carry on when you could just surrender
Taking impermanence into account, you became lost in the shadow of doubt
Admit to yourself that the fire is dead, stop running from something that's all in your head
Look to the blind when no-one can see, and follow the dead back into the dream
How the fuck can I alone know better than the rest, and how can I justify this self-righteous unrest?
Tell me how I can oppose that which I do not know, pretentious and arrogant, and put on all for show
Reading far too much into what was never there, I came up with a monster as a reason for despair
Is this a disease draining my mental health, or is it simply natural to second-guess myself?
released December 14, 2010
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