Woorden: In Dying Arms. Monster.

Birds of a flock will never fly together

We all breathe, muscles and bones
and the skin you see. We are the same. But I'm looked down on like an insect.
Hard to breathe when everyone else thinks that i'm a beast when we're all the
same.

I might be different than the rest of you stuck up hoes.
Why am i lost in a sea of hypocrites.
When you're around i'm safer than i was, when you
are gone i am lost.

When you're gone, i am lost.

Monster is what i am,
Pity for every man.

*This wont be the end of me.
*Throwing punches till I cant move anymore
*There will be blood on my hands
*As you watch me walk away with your life in my hands

CRY

I Don't want to be a monster, But i
wont be like everyone else.

Its my world, and i'll do with it as i please.

I refuse to be a monster, dont judge this book by its cover.

*We will be back to take over this scene

* = Lyric Credit: Larry