How has everything been turned
How did suffering become so
How am I to reunite with my
I'm surrounded by the souls of
I'm the only one whose line I
What if the greatest threat
we'll find across the sea
What if I'm the monster?
What if I'm in the wrong?
What if I'm the problem that's been hiding all along?
What if I'm the one who killed
Every time I caved to guilt?
What if I've been far too kind to foes
But a monster to ourselves?
Is the cyclops struck with guilt
Is he up in the middle of the
Or does he end my men to avenge his friend
And then sleep knowing he has
When the witch turns men to pigs
to protect her nymphs
Or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain?
When a god comes down and makes
Is he scared that he's doing
Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him
And now no one dares to piss him
Does a soldier use a wooden
horse to kill sleeping Trojans
Or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile
If I became the monster, and
threw that guilt away
Would that make us stronger?
Would it keep our foes at bay?
If I became the monster to
everyone but us
And made sure we got home again
Who would care if we're unjust?