Monster کے بول

My demeanor speaks of self control, Appealing to a false sense that all is right But lurking within the depths of my soul Lies a demon carefully hidden from sight When circumstances get the best of me, That's when you'll see the worst of me It's easy to be fooled by my casual air, Like the sea there is a calm before the storm Then without warning as you stop and stare, You'll see how quickly and completely i transform When circumstances get the best of me, That's when you'll see the worst of me Look out here comes the monster, Welling up from down below Look out here comes the monster, Spreading misery and woe