Subterranean Monsters

People say I'm crazy. But I haven't the time. What time is it? Been living down here about four years. Give or take a couple of months. It's hard to keep track. I can't remember all that good. Since my accident. About four years ago. Give or take a couple of months. It's hard to keep track. I can't remember all that good. What time is it? Doctors said I'll never really fully mend. Only slightly. Bruised brain and all that. Not firing properly. I might repeat things. I feel safe down here rather than up there. But there's danger down here too. The monsters. They're down here. They exist. People say I'm crazy. But I haven't the time. What time is it? I gotta go. I gotta go. There's a monster coming. There's a monster coming. And it stops and devours people. They don't scream at all. None of them. And then it moves on. Day and night I see it all, The monsters and people. The monsters and people. Day and night I see it all. What time is it? I gotta go. I gotta go. There's a monster coming. I need to hide. Go up the escalator. Hide in the toilets. There's a monster coming. Can't you hear it. Can't you hear it. There's a monster coming. After it feeds and passes, I can make it to the Waterloo line. I use the tunnels. It's quieter there this time of night. People say I'm crazy. But I haven't the time. What time is it? I gotta go. I gotta go. There's a monster coming.