A jealous monster lurks beneath the surface
Growling a low deep symphony
A tiresome hymn of about being happy
Something that's long gone left me
My rear against a metal chair
Conforming to the rules put here
By me, myself, and I
I tell my propaganda lies

But every night
I turn out the light
My mind wonders to a place unknown
A place I had known
And had forgotten
The cage of inner deception
Where I've lost reception
Because I simply can't accept
That the mirror I'm holding
Is showing
The monster in blatant depth