What lurks beyond the veil?
What does that thin shroud hide?
What horrors'd be revealed
Deep down inside your mind?
Thin shell of consciousness
Contains the things unknown
Lost control, weakened grip
Panic lashes like a whip
Fearsome voices from inside
Eyes that stare forever blind
When imagination breaks
Free from sanity's grasp
Something inside awakes
To rip away the mask
Of false civilisation,
Of centuries of lies
The primal fear and anger
Claw through this foul disguise
The sleep of reason produces monsters
The sleep of reason produces monsters
The sleep of reason produces monsters
..Monsters that humans really are.