It's finally come, come to knock down my door
I can't hide this time like I hid before
The storm is awake, the danger is real
My time's running out -- don't feel, don't feel

"Fear will be our enemy
And death its consequence"
That's what they once said to me
And it's starting to make sense
All this pain, all this fear began because of me
Is the thing they see, the thing I have to be?

A monster, were they right?
Has the dark in me finally come to light?
Am I a monster full of rage?
Nowhere to go but on a rampage?
Or am I just a monster in a cage?

What do I do?
No time for crying now
I've started this storm
Gotta stop it somehow

Do I keep on running?
How far do I have to go?
And will that take the storm away
Or only make it grow?