Monster Lyrics - Ron Pope

Monster Lyrics - Ron Pope

London,

seven in the morning on a Saturday,

and I just missed my train

Worship,

of the kind of goddess that I sacrifice,

will reap hard on me

I've got an itch,

youve got an emptiness,

I couldn't fill,

false gods and tenderness

into your will,

pray on the falling,

straps from your shoulders,

how do I hold you?

make me a monster,

make me a beast,

prey on my weakness,

become my disease

I've been lovesick and empty,

cold and i'm trembling

still holding out

for my fairytale ending

nightmare

falling as the bottom

reaches up for me

wake up on the ground

reject

every lesson anybody has to say

cause i wont be saved now

ive got an itch

youve got an emptiness

i couldnt fill

false gods and tenderness

into your will

pray on the falling

straps from your shoulders

how do I hold you?

make me a monster

make me a beast

prey on my weakness

become my disease

ive been lovesick and empty

cold and i'm trembling

still holding out

for my fairytale ending