It's not a monster That haunts me each and Every night It's the thing That follows me Everywhere I go It's just me My conscience And the Demons inside My heart And mind
the many moons, you failed to see with me, the suns, their rises, compromise a single second with you. the drunken nights, we spent so bright, blending in undying time. your hair and wind, ending in a rhythmic sin, that never meant to end.