You complain about a monster
Who lives deep inside me still
You leave your doubt behind
As you move in for the kill
You let nothing hold you back
You hold your ears at my screams
You couldn't possibly be wrong
You're perfect, so it seems
If you looked under the surface
Into every hidden part
Would you find what you expect
In your cold and stony heart?
Are you happy with your choices?
Are you content with what you've found?
Or is true ecstasy of yours
Buried deep beneath the ground?
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