Why can't I control,
These Monsters in my soul?
I wish that I could run,
but it's in torturing me they have fun.
Even when I go to bed,
These Monsters dance in my head.
They torment me with dreams,
And fill my heart with unholy things.
Would you be so kind,
As to remove these Monsters from my mind.
And would you please help me,
To remove the Demons of my reality.
It is from them I have been healed,
Those monsters that seemed so real.
But we're just my vivid imagination,
And tormentors from the Devil's nation.
Thanks to you I am now free,
From the monsters in my non reality.
Now like a bird from a cage I'll fly forever,
And you in my heart will be my treasure
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A