You’re screaming at animals
you’re berating the non-beratables
you’re inspiring violence
because you’re jabbing the monster
because you don’t think it’s a monster
because you’re seeing yourself
but it’s not you
sitting there
sitting there
it’s not you sitting there
upon the throne
it’s not you in the great halls.

You’re putting your faith and hope
into a devouring spirit
you’re begging a psychopath
or a coward.

It’s not you in the great halls.
You’re looking at human faces
the packaging is still the same
and you’re screaming them to understand
the un-understandable
You’re asking the fish
to ride the bicycle.

I understand that you are just waking up.
I am also just waking up.
And I think we’re waking up
in an unfamiliar house
full of spirits and demons,
this house is haunted.

We’re coming out of our dream
we’re coming out of our dream.
We’re waking up
We’ve been sleepwalking
but why?
We’ve been sleepwalking
but why?

And now, one after the other,
like the necessity of lemmings,
we must scream at the demons
and demand they become angels.
Even as they bear down on us
with great and magic pressure
and secret keys to our hearts
that we are not yet aware of,
they bear down and press us,
even as we scream at them,
we scream at the demons
we scream at the monsters.
We are just waking up in this haunted house.
Screaming at the demons.

How did we get here.
This house wasn’t always haunted.
We’ve neglected our house.
We’ve neglected our truth.
We’ve neglected ourselves.
And instead of feeling the pain
instead of feeling our pain
at our neglect
of ourselves
we scream at the demons,
we release our pain,
we spray it onto everyone,
we don’t care how or who it hurts
everyone must hurt
because we hurt
everyone must hurt
because we hurt
everyone must hurt
because we were hurt
everyone must hurt
and so we spray our pain
with razor blade mist,
covering and cutting all,

except for the demons,
for whom it’s meant.
After all demons are demons
and they grow stronger with pain.

This house
the one we are waking up to,
is haunted
because we have neglected our truth
and now that we are waking up
to find demons and monsters
we think must burn down the house
and maybe we must
but there are people and children
in the house
with the demons and they will burn
and the demons will thrive
in the burning.

The demons will thrive
in the burning
and the people and children will suffer.

You’re screaming at demons
and demons laugh and devour
your pain and they make it their
own pain and they grow stronger
because they feed on pain,
and you feed them
you give it to them
because you think it belongs to them
you give them your precious pain
and you slowly go insane

and perhaps,
maybe,
that is how one becomes a demon!

Do not spray your pain
or if you’re going to spray your pain
find people strong enough,
people, not demons,
strong enough to take it
and give it back to you
gently,
so that you can be humbled
and examine yourself,
that is, after all, where you live,
and where you can be healed.

Do not scream at demons and monsters
and demand they become angels,
you have created them,
your neglect has created them
and your anger will only make them stronger
and will kill innocents.

Do not scream at demons and monsters
and demand they become angels,
Do not become indignant at the
haunting of your house,
it is your house.
It is your house.
It is your house.
It is my house.
It is my house.
It is her house.
It is her house.
It is his house.
It is his house.
It is our house.
It is our house.