Monster - Chad VanGaalen

Ripping my eyelids a little bit wider

Are two prying hands

That grew out from my shoulders

And I can't explain why

But it's hurting my eyes

Thick blackened quills springing out of my back

And there's hair in between and in all of the cracks

My skin that's grown scaley and yellowish brown

And my mind is a cloud and it wants to come out

I'm a Monster

I'm a Monster

I'm a Monster

I'm a Monster

And my fingers have shriveled and dropped to the dirt

And two giant talons have grown where they were

I'm starting to think

I will never return to my previous form

Which I can't quite recall

BUt i'm not hungry at all

I'm a Monster

I'm a Monster

I'm a Monster

I'm a Monster

And I feel the compulsion to dig myself in

So I start on a hone

Like some feverish mole

I'm a Monster

I'm a Monster

I'm a Monster

I'm a Monster