So I wrote this '' Everybody Else '' A beast is crawling under your skin. Don't deny it. You know it. Because It holds your deepest secrets, because It knows all your worst thaughts, you fear It. Your fears... And all your anger, all your doubts... God knows you bottle up a lot of that stuff... But It actualy really likes it. It feeds on it. Now, I would like to ask you something... What are you gonna do about It ? ... Oh, right. Yeah, stay oblivious if you wish so. After all, if you lock It in there, maybe It will just die. But... are you sure you can make It starve ? Of course, you're not. But you would like to believe it. Some people fear divine judgment for having that thing inside them. I say we all have a beast, And for the very sake of it, Worst of Hell is inside each of us. ____________ Everybody hates thinking about their beast. Everybody likes living in oblivion. I like thinking about the beasts. I hate living in oblivion. And I say, if you keep feeding It, Don't whine if one day, It trys to share the abundant feast. You will then have done terrible things, For your I is in your It. I like thinking about fears, doubts and anger. I dislike It, but I fucking love putting awfull things on my personal surgery table and dissect every bit of information I can cut out of It. There is a reason to his existence. Each It carries It's own enigma, leading to It's own personal story. To defeat an ennemy, you must first know him. How boring life would be, without those beasts. Everybody thinks I'm weird. Everybody else.