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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/
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 6:03 AM UTC
The monster is the mind
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/
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 6:03 AM UTC
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