I am praying, but I’m not sure what I’m saying anymore? It feels as if I am handing God these enormous punctuation marks, but without words preceding them. Nothing but confused naked emotions.
Depending on the words of others .. it’s not committing plagiarism, it’s borrowing a crutch when I need it most. To me, music has never been a mould into which I squeeze myself to make it fit. Music has always, ever since I can remember, shaped itself around me. Like a genuine leather shoe. It takes the shape of my soul, of the I in me. It allows me to be me .. nothing more, nothing less.
MONSTER
[Artist: Skillet]
The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged, but I can't control it, so stay away from me, the beast
Is ugly, I feel the rage, and I just can't hold it
It's scratchin on the walls
In the closet, in the halls
It comes awake, and I can't control it
Hidin' under the bed
In my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this? Make it end!
[Chorus]
I feel it deep within
Just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster!
I hate what I've become
The nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster!
I feel like a monster!
My secret side I keep
Hid under lock and key
I keep it caged, but I can't control it, 'cause if I let him out,
He'll tear me up, break me down
Why won't somebody come and save me from this? Make it end!
It's hidin' in the dark
Its teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me
It wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream
Maybe it's just a dream
Or maybe it's inside of me
Stop this monster!
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