The monster that you've made
I can not pretend
That I am OK
Cause I'm about to transform
Into the monster you've made
I'm hurt now, can't you see?
You've unleashed the very hell in me
Im bubbling up, fuelled with rage
Slowly becoming monster you've made
OK you've had your fun
Threw your little parade
Till I became tired, sick of your sharades
Keep on laughing, have your fun now
It wount be so funny when I lash out
There is no turning back now, no way I can be saved
I've already become the monster you've made
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