The monsters are made,nand we have proven that we will be one of them.nThe whores take the stage...flash our skills...ngotta draw 'em in...gotta keep 'em on their toes...nndon't show them how you truly are...who would want honesty...nwho would want a group of people that one can relate with.nWe need worship, we need devotion...nbecoming gods from the image that is thrown...nnthrown out in their everyday lives to comfort...nit's not a musical journey anymore...nthey chose Camilla and we stood by her the entire time...nmonotonous expression...a forced replica of a tired sound...nnpuppets for a greed-driven carnival...nthe same charade as the passing years...nforce me out there. Don't give them a chance.nThey want to be fed...fed a simple replication of past greatness.n(Things have changed...we have changed.nnPersonal happiness is what we strive to achieve...nso you can love or hate...it won't change a thing for us.)nnStep back. Evaluate. Recognize.nnWe just need to throw some new ideas in...n(It) will eventually get out of this closed off circle we are part of...nit's all the same.nThis is all we have when we die.nIt's what's left of us when we die.nWe will be remembered for this.nnWhite wall