With demons vanished and darkness fed,
I'm not sure what the gain.
With all monsters gone and dead
and no choice but to move through the pain.
...
If the world ceased movement,
would everything come to an end?
Constantly moving, seeking improvement,
always following the newest trend.
...
Think of me as a song
flowing through the air.
Think of me as a song
soft, but always there.
...
Demons And Monsters
With demons vanished and darkness fed,
I'm not sure what the gain.
With all monsters gone and dead
and no choice but to move through the pain.
Who would ever want to join me in this doom?
Where scary things move constantly free.
And in this air where darkness looms,
the strangest things call out to me.
Resigned to such a fate,
I search for a friend.
However, much too late,
I realize it is the end.