Too many monsters
Another thought came up the other day
Another kind of being young
It might be right
You, you got away with almost everything
To stay ahead, to stay the king
You might be right
Too many monsters in my way
I was incomplete for the first time
So many monsoon rainy days
I got on my knees for the first time
The last time, the right time
The mad neurotic crime
I vote for bodies in a perfect shape
I vote for people to begin
The people shake
Calling you
I'm calling you
And those who're bound for this
Kind of great charade
This great deceit
Right in front of your eyes
Let them know
You won't
Between the angry and the free
They might be right
-x- milou
