Monsters live where they make their bed/
Controling you while living in your head/
And some befriend you and help/
While the others want you to suffer 'til you're dead/

The monster is your own mind/
It's your subconscious, you're bound/
Behind every decision/
With astounding precision, its work is found/

Puppeteer in the shadows of the mind/
It's your instinct, making you blind/
In its grasp is your emotions/
While its master plan is being alined/

You wouldn't know what it seeks/
Our down fall or rising to our peaks/
Friend or foe, ally or enemy/
You're powerless against it, so to speak/

So enjoy the ride while it lasts/
And let go of your past/
Live in the moment, be happy/
The possibilities are vast/