You have made
a monster
of me/

I intended all along
to be
content/

But your content
keeps me
questioning/

No court is in session,
yet I am
on trial/

Plato and the lyrics
in their
defense/

My will, my normalness,
you have
challanged/

Gathered are my demons,
running
up the hill/

When you have had me,
I opt
to chase them/