Monster

Morning. Get up. I'm already fed up
Everything gets to me, it's awful and pent-up
Better eat breakfast so I cut a fucking egg up
But I never get to sit to ingest through all the negativity living in me
It's itching to rip a freak
Open and skip the teeth choking on livid screams
I paint a picture vocally of vivid dreams
Hoping to rid my weak shoulders of enemies
Sins are curing me of insecurity
A sentence heard can be intent to murder
Each assembled word is mean and meant to turn
A meek and gentle nerd into a mental dirge
Who's sneaking steps are lurking in the depths of personal
Regrets and curses, lemme vent these urges uh
I don't mean to be a stress or burden but
I'M A GOD DAMN MONSTER

Red razor wrists
I don't know if I'll even make it to hell

You love it? Bump it. Fuck it, cut wrists.
Ain't nobody listen to my muttering, I'm nothing
Never has a motherfucker come to me to bump fists
Telling me they love the hits, so I'ma jump ship
Fuck this, I can't even get a real job
My career isn't clear and I fear it all
I'm near gone, in the fog and I feel lost
In this song as I talk I can hear God
I lay in waiting for the angels faithfully
Take the pain away and maybe save me
But I'm shaking angrily enraged and languishing
In hatred naked weak awake and staying asleep
Dazed, this ain't a dream, dismay is wasting me
The razors paint a deep shade of rage in me
Tell your congregation to pray for me
I'M A GOD DAMN MONSTER

The noise erupting from a voiceless upbringing
Is poisonous, the venom void in lungs singing
And boisterous unforgiving, stoic and unflinching
Heroic becomes sinning and coy becomes a fling
Tsoy is wondering if poise is pondering a
Choice so one is not destroyed, he's hungering
And joyless wandering devoid of something... fuck
I'M A GOD DAMN MONSTER



Credits
Writer(s): Rachel Taylor, Adamm Mitchell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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