mY mOnTsEr
"Why should I apologize for the monster I've become? No one ever apologized for making me this way........""mY mOnStEr" by Lance Earley a rendition of "Monster" by Emiem in the style the Joker might do. Discretion is advised;}
Mon-mon-mon-monster!
Mon-Mon-Mon-Monster!
I'm friends with the monster that's inside your head
Get along with the corpses, under my bed
You're wind-pipe I'm trying to concave, stop gasping for breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
If you think I'm crazy, I wont show you blame. Paints peeling off the back ground the broken hing leaves a tilt to the frame. So, I cant say I'm picture perfect. Believe me I know, the doctor was just in and he checked.
I poisoned the cake and feeding it to you, End of days.
Stomach burst open because your intestine inflated.
When you blew, see that was amazing, because all
I wanted to do was induce, internee, grief.
Infused, heat sink. used it as a tool with in this skewed scheme (HO! HO!)
Hit you with cutlery (HE HE)
But with it I slit you up like dead meatery,
Blood was like spilling in the suffused:sink.
Ironic 'cause I think I should have mentioned that to my shrink.
I'm beginning to slaughter them like counting sheep: one sheep, two sheep
Smiling an a laughing cuckoo and cooky as I grin my teeth.
But I'm actually weirder than you think
Cause I'm friends with the monster that's inside your head
Get along with the corpses, under my bed
You're wind-pipe I'm trying to concave, stop gasping for breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's just nothing
Ha, he, he, woo, ha, ha, he, he, woo, ha, he, ooo
Well, that's just nothing
Ha, he, he, woo, ha, ha, he, he, woo, ha, he, ooo[2x]
Now, I ain't much of a butcher but I left him bloody once below the knee
To cut him down for the moment and watch him waddle around a bit.
'Cause you never know how much it will feel him with sorrow
So I keep tottering, sometimes I wonder where these delusions spawn from
(Yeah, delusions do you wonders.)
(No wonder I'm losing my mind the way it wanders.)
Yoda-loda-le-hee-hoo
I think Ill let you a wandering off down yonder
to stumbled off the Cliff a Glenn
'Cause I played an interventionist
To intervene between me and this monster
And we decided to deform myself and my soul to constrict.
Cause the very thing that I love's killing you and I fear I can't conquer it
Your COD reads "impailing and branded dead..
Keep screaming, nobody's home, I'm cackling
Now shh h I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying
Don't shoot the messenger,
I'm just friends with the with the monster that's inside your head
Get along with the corpses, under my bed
You're wind-pipe Im trying to concave, stop gasping for breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy [2x]
Well that's just nothing,
Ha, he, he, woo, ha, ha, he, he, woo, ha, he, ooo
Well, that's just nothing
Ha, he, he, woo, ha, ha, he, he, woo, ha, he, ooo[2x]
Call me crazy but I have this vision
One day that I'd blend in amongst so called; "regular civilians"
But until then bums get killed and I'm sharpening, "grate"
Joy to see, blood get spilled and I'll
take them out to the graves that I'd dug on out back.
Give back every quid who got's it coming, splat!
Pumped up feeling and a lot of grit to play back.
To be morbid Ill just free him,
Never mind I I'm here to kill and grin,
Bust out another joke to; "break a rib" and add one more to the other hundred million sins.
Who are you fooling a struggle fails it and then that's great
It's payback, crimson glistening taking me way back
In the dark, turn around, nothing but there's something, still can make it out.
Silence into a cold thump, then I spin you up in a body sack.
Maybe I do need a straightjacket, face facts
I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that
It's nothing,
I'm still friends with the with the with the monster that's inside your head
Get along with the corpses, under my bed
You're wind-pipe Im trying to concave, stop gasping for breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
(I'm friends with) I'm still friends with the monster that's inside your head
(Get along with) Get along with the corpses, under my bed
(I'm trying) You're wind-pipe Im trying to concave, stop gasping for breath
(You think) You think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's just nothing
Ha, he, he, woo, ha, ha, he, he, woo, ha, he, ooo
Well, that's just nothing
Ha, he, he, woo, ha, ha, he, he, woo, ha, he, ooo[2x]
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