I'm home. 

The monster is coming. The monster is coming. 

Look at me. Look at me. 

How do you know that isn't my real name? How do you know that everything I told you isn't a lie? 

Look how large the monster inside of me has become! 

Once upon a time, there was a monster without a name. 

He said that eventually, I would feel what he felt. Do you know what that feeling is? 

The monster without a name split into two in hopes of finding a name. The first one went East and the other went West. 

Help! 

Loneliness. That's what the feeling was. 

The monster had finally found a name, but had no one to call him by it. 

The monster inside of me is about to explode! 

Johan. And what a wonderful name it was, too. 

The monster is coming. The monster is coming. 

Welcome home.