In the rotting age of fuel and power
Of tech, tact, a singular our,
You, and only you, Mr. Monster, sharp and rough -
Despite free knowledge you\'ve much to learn;
You still aren\'t good enough.
In days of hushed affection -
Indifference, of depression,
You lack presence, Mr. Monster;
Myself, I worry,
You\'re on a path to nowhere -
Out of breath, in a hurry.
In a place much too dangerous;
Your head still kept high,
Mr. Monster, it\'s not too late;
Taking a step forward means
Leaving yourself behind.