Have we had this before?
It's the taste you miss the most
And for all the memories that fade
These words are the thing you hold on onto the most

Because I'm the only source left
To feed you desire and ideas
To make the danger become reality
I know where you come from
... I was born right there.

I'm sorry it has to be so bad though
Just this space in a dream you can't reach
For a little while
For a few nights
For just as long as your inner self allows you

Because this monster I am to you won't die
It will just sleep...
For a while...
for a while...

And for the rest of our lives,
I will still be that frame of burning sensations
And that eagerness you despite
A simple bite too bitter to embrace

A monster to your soul
A monster to your present
A monster to your truth