The monster is not me,
Is the one in me,
The beast you're unable to see,
The brut,
The savage,
The ugly,
The freak,
The devil,
The one that makes me sick,
That sucks my world,
Like a wormhole in space
Please don't beat me,
don't scold me,
don't punish me,
I've done no wrong,
he did all those,
Not me,
not my weak flesh
When he gets into me,
his blood flows through my vain,
driving me insane,
sending everything crashing,
That comes my way,
tell him to stop,
I can't suffer this for another day,
and when he's satisfied,
he leaves me drained,
he leaves me without a brain,
without a heart,
without a start,
My emotions are his strings,
My heart is the toy he swings,
Pull him out now,
I swear I'll scream,
Tell him to leave me alone,
drag him out of my head,
I am not evil,
I am not lustful,
I am not a witch
I'm only but innocent,
Advocate my case,
You'll see from my trace,
have mercy
Judge me all you want,
you're the saint,
Am your adversary,
Bind and cast me,
Am the devil,
Reserve for the last,
Don't look at me that way,
I've only gone astray,
The prodigal returned anyway,
So why do you pierce my feeble flesh,
with your sharp eyes,
with your pure lies,
You hypocrites,
Your prayers can't save me now,
Your crocodile tears can deliver me now
The monster is not me,
Is the cast away,
the one I chased yesterday,
The bastard I drove away,
You still gaze,
with those look of irritation,
Those sneer of corruption,
Those ugly scorn,
I am a new being,
What more can I say,
That Christ washed my past away, but the faces I see,
Reminds me of the traces I leave.
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