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MAKE A MONSTER
I wish I could claim I was grown with intention
Inside a laboratory like a proper monster
But here I stand before your temple of contention
Hatred awakened after bodies cool and are conquered
Sign me up for my own damnation
Detailing the devil in cremation
I’ll be the first in line for punishment
And raise the bar from abasement
They push and shove beyond the point of no return
Until the darkness has nothing left to do but burn
Pull me down and drown me in the throes of slaughter
Because the time has finally come to make a monster
It’s time to make a monster
Cold to the touch with the word “Fuck” as my first breath
Growing in a petri dish just like a proper monster
Emerging with a crown, champion of the devil’s contest
I still remember perishing empty as an impostor
You won’t bury me in salvation
I will fight my way from your invasion
The larva writhe in the incisions
I become the god of perdition
They push and shove beyond the point of no return
Until the darkness has nothing left to do but burn
Pull me down and drown me in the throes of slaughter
Because the time has finally come to make a monster
It’s time to make a monster
The lightning strikes the steeple
Forging the way for a sequel
Return of the living damned
The monster brings the fall of man
TIME TO MAKE A MONSTER
YOU GOTTA BE THE MONSTER
They push and shove beyond the point of no return
Until the darkness has nothing left to do but burn
Pull me down and drown me in the throes of slaughter
Because the time has finally come to make a monster
It’s time to make a monster
Inside a laboratory like a proper monster
But here I stand before your temple of contention
Hatred awakened after bodies cool and are conquered
Sign me up for my own damnation
Detailing the devil in cremation
I’ll be the first in line for punishment
And raise the bar from abasement
They push and shove beyond the point of no return
Until the darkness has nothing left to do but burn
Pull me down and drown me in the throes of slaughter
Because the time has finally come to make a monster
It’s time to make a monster
Cold to the touch with the word “Fuck” as my first breath
Growing in a petri dish just like a proper monster
Emerging with a crown, champion of the devil’s contest
I still remember perishing empty as an impostor
You won’t bury me in salvation
I will fight my way from your invasion
The larva writhe in the incisions
I become the god of perdition
They push and shove beyond the point of no return
Until the darkness has nothing left to do but burn
Pull me down and drown me in the throes of slaughter
Because the time has finally come to make a monster
It’s time to make a monster
The lightning strikes the steeple
Forging the way for a sequel
Return of the living damned
The monster brings the fall of man
TIME TO MAKE A MONSTER
YOU GOTTA BE THE MONSTER
They push and shove beyond the point of no return
Until the darkness has nothing left to do but burn
Pull me down and drown me in the throes of slaughter
Because the time has finally come to make a monster
It’s time to make a monster
Published 6th May 2019
| Edited 7th May 2019
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(c) 2019 Frank Green
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