The Beast

This is the beast If I close my eyes, the beast will close its eyes If I stop swimming, the beast will dive We sank a lot of ships together Now the ocean is empty But I'll get through I'll make it for you I'll make it through Against the numbers, against all odds I will get through Whatever I'm about to say The beast is in my throat Even so, the beast doesn't mimic me In its movements, gestures, speech There's something similar to me This is the beast If I stop dreaming It fully wakes the beast If I stop pushing The beast will close the door And if I would start a fire It would bring me giant trees But I'll get through I'll get through I'll make it for you I'll make it through Against God and the statistics I will get through I don't know if the beast is there to strangle or to embrace I don't know if the beast is there to strangle or to embrace