Mons

I want them to know that it’s me
I’m in their head
Point the finger at me
When I’m not dead

She says to me
Could you get closer
Well I breathe
With the heart of a mountain
While she screams
Baby get closer
Colder

I sit and watch them bleed
I’m what they bred
Can’t run from me in their dreams
I am their dead

She screams at me
Baby get bolder
She knows no fear
I’m the god of her mountain
Is it criminal
To be the eyes of her ocean

She says to me
Baby get colder
Closer

© 2006, Mosquitobyte