Keep away from this nightmare I have created, In the head, in the state but overrated. Somethings aren't meant to be shown, To the things we've become are unknown. Sinking deeply in my own darkened thoughts, Sinking off the end of the harbour view ports. Monsters are thrilling but some are worse than that, It's a matter of what package to choose to release the cat. To petrify for those who have been unforgiven to be sane, To be sinned upon those who we don't know through the window pane. Hear my words before the manner of speaking, Before they start, the poison leaking. Into our heads, down our splines and into our veins, To hurt our feelings, to conjure more harming pains. In this matter, of you hearing these words I speak, Beware of the monster, it could be the most likely week. To seek our deaths, to be doomed into the depths of hell, To be played and prayed upon, to hell this lies dwell.