Monster (OurVinyl Sessions)

This is gory, this is tragic

This is just another story for the young lovers

On a slab down in the basement, in the laboratory

There's a new subject under the covers

I recall the mindless days before the transformation

Before the amputation of

My heart and frontal lobe

The probe that reached inside my nose and crawled up the walls

And ripped out my soul

Love made a monster out of me

Love made a monster out of

Ignite the lightning, mix the mixers

Fill the flasks with the essential elements of life

A dash of jealousy, insecurity, infatuation, my love

Now give me the knife

Love made a monster out of me

Love made a monster out of

These are not my eyes

What's beneath my skin?

This is not my mind

Who let the monster in?

This is gory, this is tragic

This is just another story for the young lovers