[Hook]

Monster

How should I feel?

Creatures lie here

Looking through the window

[Verse 1]

I’m already blown out of my wits

Smoke inhaled by the broken glass of my kitchen

Instead of going out the clouds, spying my house

Spearing my brain to sneak way through my fissure and growl

I ain't chopped by thoughts in my specimen lot

But the fear of people owning shotguns whose temper is short

They keep arguing with the mirror seeing the image they not

And every time they break that image evil gains more power

A fiend gets more hard mixing spells in his pot

The fissure gets broad ain't bothered by holy showers

May be that’s why they smoke weed when they feeling sour

And those who don’t, they chasing monster thinking its truth of life

How did the daylight escape into night?

I hear rain crashing the window. Is it cold outside?

Is someone staring in my dream? I feel guilt, fear and wry

In my heart, no bible in my house

So I ask the

[hook]

[Verse 2]

It sticks to the skin and gets into the flesh

From the flesh it gets into the bones like an insect (Uh, Uh)

I dropped days, the pain, stays a stain

They caught up on their phones talking about what happened to me

With a dull skeptic that sat at a bench unrevealed

Is a man back in his bed dreaming what he could be

To a skull that is perfect in the way he is weaving

The words to make up a rhyme, to wake up the demons sleeping

I bleed my time to see my days

So when I’m in the field grazing blow the breeze my way

But I’m down flipping figures over fear I face

Cutting life from the edges to see a clear image

Smile resists all the pain without a stain, it’s too late

To just go back to the times and keep rapping on it

Keep your jackets zipped ‘cause any hand can slip in

Get tricking, take you to head trips and bind you in blackened ribbons, oh

[hook]

[bridge]

You don’t know about the monster

Sitting under your conscience

Having control of your senses

That’s why you said you didn’t meant to

Speak something wrong, do something bad

Trying to think but you can’t? (yeah)

So don’t blame anybody else

While crying in nights by yourself

(get home)

[Verse 3]

Wasting your 16 thousand on a dress for a freaky outlook

For teacher’s day celebration it was so bad you were out looked

And all those morons who are trying to get popular in their classroom

And hop at the girls like these are probably gonna get recycled

Prime Minister sublime (kid), Crime isn’t suffice (kid)

Rash driving a fucking scissor through face isn’t by chance (kid)

Parents your bad products are affecting the whole market

They stocking each other, cocking at bars, popping a shot ― Dead

[Hook]