Of Peace, Quiet And Monsters

There's a monster at the bottom,
 I guess for now he's well fed.
 We ain't seen him in a while,
 Guess he does most of his work
 While the rest of us are safe in our beds.
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 He's summered in the deepest oceans,
 He's wintered on a sandy beach.
 They all once tried to keep him grounded,
 So he preyed like a god
 From the world's highest peak.
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 You can always find quiet
 But you can't really ever find peace,
 If you can't filter the breath between the lies that you speak.
 
 Hear the back of the beetle
 As he breaks at your feet,
 Are you as sorry now as the tide
 When she came and washed out your streets,
 She washed them out clean.
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 There was a ghost there in that red house,
 He never burned out any lights,
 He never slammed a door
 Or crossed a creaky board among the floor,
 He just wanted for once to sleep at night.
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 One day he had to up and leave there,
 He couldn't take the drown out fights.
 He even caught the nasty thoughts never spoken,
 But so spiritless and mean,
 How they echoed among their lives.
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 So, if you see those so called demons,
 Don't bother saying I said hi.
 I think they both know where to find me,
 I think I've stared at them both dead in their eyes.
 I'll probably see them in some time now,
 Our crooked paths could easily cross,
 Or wind forever in a lonelier direction
 Because there ain't a lot of fight left in damaged souls like us.
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 See, you can always find quiet
 But you can't really ever find peace,
 If you can't filter the breath between the lies that you speak.
 
 Hear the back of the beetle
 As he breaks at your feet,
 Are you as sorry now as the tide
 When she came and washed out your streets,
 Washed them out clean.