| (They made a monster out of me
|
| They put a shot in my back
|
| They did me to the count of three
|
| Cause I got some blood on my hands
|
| They made a monster out of me)
|
| For every no that I ever heard, yeah, for every doubter that I ever met
|
| Tell 'em that I remember every word, yeah, I really wish that I could see they
|
| face, yeah
|
| That ain’t the purpose that I wanna serve, yeah, I just really wanna tell em
|
| thanks, yeah
|
| For telling me I never get a turn, oh they…
|
| (They made a monster out of me)
|
| For the exes that wanna see me fail, reckless until' I’m in a cell,
|
| sending texts like imma need me bail
|
| Well I guess this didn’t pay em now, I want a guest list of the CD cells, right
|
| I don’t even wanna kiss and tell but I been through hell and I know
|
| (They made a monster out of me)
|
| For my old friends they used to sit and laugh bout' all the dreams I used to
|
| say I had
|
| Never thought they face would have a split in half, see now I’m not around,
|
| never come around
|
| I’m too good that I forget to act that what I had to do once subtracted you
|
| once I did the math
|
| (They made a monster out of me)
|
| Every empty promise, empty dollars, every lie that was fallen after let’s be
|
| honest
|
| Every plan that was put together just for karmas, I’ve been praying for the
|
| best regardless
|
| Telling God that I’m sleeping in vest pajamas, nightmares
|
| (They made a monster out of me
|
| They put a shot in my back
|
| They did me to the count of three
|
| Cause I got some blood on my hands
|
| They made a monster out of me)
|
| For every time that I ever felt pain that I ever felt, life was a living hell
|
| Feel like I already failed, did no wanna one tell
|
| I would always sit and dwell about life, and how my back really looked for the
|
| knife
|
| How my scars really looked for the wife, I can’t even tell the truth to the mic,
|
| just know
|
| (They made a monster out of me)
|
| Don’t know who’s who from the new school, but the comments on the YouTube
|
| Saying this dem do what you do, if I choose to with a loos loose
|
| Cause my new views stopping new views and these loose screws give me new tools
|
| to make new rules, cause I know
|
| (They made a monster out of me)
|
| For the stands and the fans that been filling up the stands with a cam in they
|
| hands
|
| on the gram, telling me that I’m the man that keep sticking to the plan having
|
| made em feel alive while my
|
| In the jam thinking bout the days when we started in the van
|
| Performing with the band but we never saw a bang goddamn, I don’t think you
|
| wanna say
|
| (They made a monster out of me)
|
| Every empty promise, empty dollars every lie that was fallen after let’s be
|
| honest
|
| Every plan that was put together just for karmas, I’ve been praying for the
|
| best regardless
|
| Telling God that I’m sleeping in vest pajamas, nightmares I know, I know
|
| (They made a demon out of me
|
| Then they put a cross through my flesh
|
| They put a search out for me
|
| Cause I got some blood on my hands
|
| But they would see me when I’m coming
|
| I’ll be laughing, why you running?
|
| Oh, you won’t see me when I’m coming
|
| I’ll be that monster you’ve been wanting, oh no) |