The Beast Is Me

Blue is the colour and the sound

When I chase myself around

I can't sit still, and I don't stay down

So I go another round

When I hear them call from the deep

I know that the beast is me

Orange is the sky in the morning

When I wonder if I'll ever sing again

Then I find out every night

It's the only way I fight

When I hear them call from the deep

I know that the beast is me

Great is the sound of the quiet

When all I want are fireworks

To come and blow the night away

When there's no one left to blame

When I hear them call from the deep

I know that the beast is me

When I hear them call from the deep

I know that the beast is me