The Monster

There are no shortcuts in this worldYou bleed and blister your way to the topYou’re among the lucky if you could turn it all into an artBut I’m telling you, for most of us it’s a chaos of spaghettiWe keep throwing it on the wallWorking harder and harder and harderThen stopping to recognize our paralysisTurns out we’re in shockHell what do we do now?Can’t move my hands and my eyes are glued on a screen Guilt-trips await me if I move them away Meanwhile I sing the pain away hiding my feelings in love songsThat for me have never been really about loveThe more I grow, the more I knowThe more I want to climb on a stage and screamEmbody my mind in the crowd’s Someday in our lives we all give birth to a monsterCall it a different name each of usThe monster grows in its hustleYou can’t bear the taste of blood Or rather can’t afford to say that you doSo you feed it to your monsterIt howls within youShedding your skin inside out at every turnThen you smile as if the feast didn’t just happenYou smile and shake hands with someone’s monster Who you’ve just eatenYou couldn’t have been the preyYour veins were filled with adrenaline yet you just smiled