you say you know all about me well you ought to since you studied shoved your hands in the grinder then complained when they got bloodied now like a publicist paid on a hate fueled motorcade you tell the world i'm the monster but i'm the monster that you made i am the monster you made born from the ashes of a child too cold to be afraid i am the monster you made meticulously hand crafted by abusers' scalpel blades you're mortified by my laughter yet you keep that squirting black rose you fuck off all of your true friends and replace them with the brown nose and by merely noticing this and declining judas kiss you now decide i'm a monster i'm the monster that you made i am the monster you made delusions trimmed like the gristle from a heart quite young in jade i am the monster you made aware that life owes me nothing but a grave where to be laid so bring it on mr. badass i'm too tired to try to fight you your steps towards me burn your feet well i am good at what bad i do when makers try to get paid the mines start being laid you lose a leg --- i'm the monster the monster that you made