My demeanor speaks of self control,
Appealing to a false sense that all is right
But lurking within the depths of my soul
Lies a demon carefully hidden from sight
When circumstances get the best of me,
That's when you'll see the worst of me
It's easy to be fooled by my casual air,
Like the sea there is a calm before the storm
Then without warning as you stop and stare,
You'll see how quickly and completely i transform
When circumstances get the best of me,
That's when you'll see the worst of me
Look out here comes the monster,
Welling up from down below
Look out here comes the monster,
Spreading misery and woe
