There once was life inside my veins, but now all that I feel is pain
I've lost my love, my hope, my joy, like fires within the walls of Troy.
I cannot stop my shivers nor shakes, and with them my whole body quakes
I hope I'm not becoming now the monster deep inside.
I say things I've ne'er said before like flaming waters through a door
That burn all life and crush all things which warble, strain and happ'ly sing.
"This is not you!" my soul has screamed while all my body fills with steam.
I pray I'm not becoming now the monster deep inside.
My eyes burn red and melt my skull inside the bitter, flaming hull
That once was me but now is pain, I feel as if that I was Cain
Just after killing my own kin, and hiding it to kill again.
I fear that I'm becoming now the monster deep inside.
My soul is turning something black, and my whole body is a sack
The point of which is little now, for there is little I know how
To fix a thing, save make it worse, with each prolonging, ringing verse.
I think I am becoming now the monster deep inside.
"Stop!"  I cry, I try to fight this feeling which is darkest night.
But o'ertake me this thing can, no matter how far mortals ran,
This demon now that once was me, shall break friends' souls, and burn the sea.

I know I am becoming now...
The monster deep inside.