[Verse 1]
Take me apart and count the pieces left behind
Inside what once was a tale as old as time
We wither, rot away
What a wonderful buffet of broken pieces
And broken minds
[Pre-Chorus]
I may be a monster, but I need to eat just like you do
And they do too
Two strikes, and you’re under
The blood will boil up into a stew
We made from—
[Chorus]
You’ve got some nerve to run
Got some nerve to think
That I’d help someone
Got some nerve to try
Making me the one
Now I’m making sure
That we all are done
Our hell has begun
[Verse 2]
The fallen heart deserves its resting on a plate
Emaciated from its hunger to its taste
Don’t scream or they will hear
How afraid you are, my dear
Your kind abhors us
And left you here
Take me apart and count the pieces left behind
Inside what once was a tale as old as time
We wither, rot away
What a wonderful buffet of broken pieces
And broken minds
[Pre-Chorus]
I may be a monster, but I need to eat just like you do
And they do too
Two strikes, and you’re under
The blood will boil up into a stew
We made from—
[Chorus]
You’ve got some nerve to run
Got some nerve to think
That I’d help someone
Got some nerve to try
Making me the one
Now I’m making sure
That we all are done
Our hell has begun
[Verse 2]
The fallen heart deserves its resting on a plate
Emaciated from its hunger to its taste
Don’t scream or they will hear
How afraid you are, my dear
Your kind abhors us
And left you here
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