| Monster, how should I feel?
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| Creatures lie here
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| Looking through the window
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| Monster, how should I feel?
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| Creatures lie here
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| Looking through the window
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| Monster, how should I feel?
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| Creatures lie here
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| Looking through the window
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| I’m not afraid of the dark
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| But I’m afraid of my heart
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| And I’m afraid that everything is gonna fall apart
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| Always afraid that things will never get better
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| I went from writing down rhymes
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| To typin' suicide letters
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| Diagnosed with paranoia
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| You can check my prescription
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| I’m a manic depressive
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| One of my many conditions
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| I’m not a prophet though I say it
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| But I’m seein' a vision
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| My life, it was beyond it one a one-way collision
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| If ignorance is bliss
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| Then I’m devoid of any sorrows
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna know the outcome
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| Of today or tomorrow
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| I just wanna hide inside my own private Hell
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| How can I ever get to Heaven
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| When so many angels fell?
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| I’m just a human being
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| I’m just only being human
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| With eternity and judgement
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| From another always loomin'
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| It’s a wonder that I made it
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| With these voices in my head
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| With all these monsters at my window
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| Starin' at me in my bed
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| Monster, how should I feel?
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| Creatures lie here
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| Looking through the window
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| Monster, how should I feel?
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| Creatures lie here
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| Looking through the window
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| If you’re a friend to me or kin to me
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| An enemy or into me
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| I’m begging on a bended knee
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| Come and put an end to me
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| Put me out my misery
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| Permanently, no injury
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| I’m tired of fighting entities
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| I’m running out of energy
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| Feel like a lost boy
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| Searchin' for the answers
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| Just waitin' on tragedy
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| A heart attack or even cancer
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| So many monsters hidin'
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| Waitin' 'round the corner for us
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| If life is like a song
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| I’m at the verse and searchin' for the chorus
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| Maybe I should stop and take a moment
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| Put it in perspective
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| Maybe I should take a knife
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| And take a life and get injected
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| I just wanna go out
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| On my own fuckin' terms
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| Knowing it was me that put me
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| In the dirt and with the worms
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| I think I’ll pop another pill
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| Try to heal the ill
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| Wash it down with gasoline
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| Light a match and that’s for real
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| But I’ll just probably go to sleep
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| And try to clear my head
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| Hiding from these monsters
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| At my window, underneath my bed
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| Monster, how should I feel?
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| Creatures lie here
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| Looking through the window
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| Monster, how should I feel?
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| Creatures lie here
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| Looking through the window |