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