Page by page
Every line something strange
We are the ones climbing fake stairs
Constantly strengthening our own cage
In this place we call home
All of us run and scream
In this place we claimed is our own
A constant postponing to redeem
In this place we call home
We tear our own eyes to reach a throne
In this sorry and hopeless shit hole
We all fake what makes us whole
We tell ourselves "monsters are under our beds"
When the truth is that they're overwhelmed
After seeing our hell
They now wish they were dead
I am the monster in my closet
Not in my head but in my deposit
I am the monster I wear when I need
I am a coat of all dark deeds
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