His little whispers,
"Love me. Love me."
That's all I ask for,
"Love me. Love me."
He battered his tiny fists to feel something
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something
Monster, How should I feel
Honest romance,
Looking through the windows,
I will hear their voices,
I'm a glass child,
I am Hannah's regrets
That night he caged her,
Bruised and broke her,
He struggled closer,
Then he stole her.
Violet wrists and then her ankles, Silent pain
Then he slowly saw his nightmares were his dreams
Oh, oh
Cheap love and cheap skin
Oh, oh
It speaks and he lives
Monster
How should I feel?
Honest romance
Looking through the windows
I will hear their voices
I'm a glass child
I'm Hannah's tears and regrets
There he goes, There he goes
He's dipping all down to the floor
Turn around, Turn around
They're running him into the ground
Secret safe, Secret sound
Don't let him know that he is dead
He's in the same bloody hall with a size twenty heart
Drinking his own black blood
Monster, so who's the monster?
Monster! How do I feel? How do I feel?
Monster! How do I feel? How do I feel?
So he turned the sheets down,
And fell into a sleepless dream
Of bathtub's full of kerosene and glow flies,
All the lovely clouds in black and white
And he carved up room keys and closed his ears with pillow lace,
Their words murder to his ears somehow got tattooed in his veins.