Sometimes we are driven by our hate
And changes are already too late
Coz your half face is hiding in shadow
Where conscience is trapped down below
Losing your eyes to see the truth
Not knowing someone is coming through
Creature that collects your scattered rage
Then set free what you've locked in your cage
The undriven hands are voluntary moving
Searching for vengeance when enemies lying
You've lost your battle though you've won
The unsaid has already been done
The Aftertime will slap to wake beneath you
For you to figure out that the monster is in you....
