Please wake up, beast.
Such a fool’s life,
Peaceful, the beast lay asleep within.
Such a full life,
Where the beast feasts, turn morality upside down.
I’m stepping unto a position where I must live by my lowest standard.
Can I disturb the sleeping beast.
As I take this step I’ll regret?
A step toward alienation.
Once the step is done, there will be no turning back.
I will die, I will lost, the beast fell in an eternal sleep.
Tell my demon to wreck my routines.
This routines I’m fading within….
Am I one of them?
The ordinary zombies?
With ordinary days?
I still thirst for reckless moments.
I wanna kill.
I wanna rape.
I wanna destroy.
Isn’t that so wrong? Is that so wrong?
Still, I can’t wake the beast….
