Monster کے بول

London, Seven in the morning on a Saturday, And I just missed my train Worship, Of the kind of goddess that I sacrifice, Will reap hard on me I've got an itch, You've got an emptiness, I couldn't fill, False gods and tenderness Into your will, Pray on the falling, Straps from your shoulders, How do I hold you? Make me a monster, Make me a beast, Prey on my weakness, Become my disease I've been lovesick and empty, Cold and i'm trembling Still holding out For my fairytale ending Nightmare Falling as the bottom Reaches up for me Wake up on the ground Reject Every lesson anybody has to say Cause i wont be saved now I've got an itch You've got an emptiness I couldnt fill False gods and tenderness Into your will Pray on the falling Straps from your shoulders How do I hold you? Make me a monster Make me a beast Prey on my weakness Become my disease I've been lovesick and empty Cold and i'm trembling Still holding out For my fairytale ending