There is a place deep inside the skin
The one from which our life is flowing
But instead of aiming to make it strong
All we do is keep carrying on
Taking shots to kill our brain
Unravelling in all our pain
Are we the monsters?
Cause we are not gods
Are we the demons?
We keep on screaming
Down in the depths where so many hide
There are the tales of life gone awry
We’ve heard them all but do not a thing
Instead we simply carry on living
Ignore the disaster heading our way
Soon we will be forced to pay
Are we the monsters?
Cause we are not gods
Are we the demons?
We keep on screaming
Misalign and forever refuse to fix
All of this is deep in the mix
Not a soul fighting hammer and tong
We are everything that could be wrong
Just selfish wrapped in skin
The cause of each massive failing
Are we the monsters?
Cause we are not gods
Are we the demons?
We keep on screaming
Fade out and finally die today
That might be what’s best really
Just a contagion without a cure
Nothing left could be called pure
Simply a wound open and weeping
We are the epitomy of cruel bleeding
Are we the monsters?
Cause we are not gods
Are we the demons?
We keep on screaming
Another line drawn in the sand
Nothing we do will ever be grand
Too busy fighting in our own heads
Wishing that each other was dead
What a waste of precious time
Not a being can claim to be fine
Simon A Jackson - Writer 