Fear

And now I'll let you flood, river of hatred
And you may never know what was the truth
There's nothing here to give birth to freedom
I'm left with only guilt of wasted youth

And maybe I will hide under the covers
Or even better, underneath the bed
And maybe we'll stop staring at each other
And blurt out all the things that must be said

And how I wish that you could flow trough out me
And drown the residue of things I've done,
The darker part of my imagination,
The monster that I think I have become