Monster

They say we all look beautiful But really what's inside They say that when you live you die Or is it when you die you live They say we are alive They say that when you die you've lived a happy life Or is it when you die you've been cut free to fly They say that monsters don't exist, but really that's a lie Maybe deep down in our bones a monster lives inside It's connected to our soul, even when we die maybe it's the cutting string that let us start out flight Maybe it's the monster, that showed us what is light From what look up to as death, maybe it is life