Monster کے بول

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