Monster - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I could tell you that I’m right

That I know just what to do

I'm a quarterback with nothing written in my playbook

You can talk to anyone

They can tell you anything

But absolutely no one knows how tomorrow's gonna be

I’m a parasite without a host

Turning into some kind of monster

Staring down the barrel at the end of the world

I’m a burning man in a wooden room

Turning into some kind of monster

I don't wanna be myself anymore

If you burn a forest down

Then the seeds are gonna take

And in a few short years there will be life at the gate

But if you cut the lumber down

And you harvest everything

There’s nothing left to grow and your children will pay

I’m a parasite without a host

Turning into some kind of monster

Staring down the barrel at the end of the world

Well I’m a burning man in a wooden room

Turning into some kind of monster

I don’t wanna be myself anymore

I’m a parasite without a host

Turning into some kind of monster

I’m a parasite without a host

Turning into some kind of monster

I’m a parasite without a host

I don't wanna be myself anymore

I don't wanna be some kind of monster