Ron Pope - Monster lyrics

London Seven in the morning on a Saturday And I just missed my train Worship Of the kind of goddess that I sacrifice Will reap hard on me I've got an itch You've got an emptiness I couldn't fill False gods and tenderness Into your will Pray on the falling Straps from your shoulders How do I hold you? Make me a monster Make me a beast Prey on my weakness Become my disease I've been lovesick and empty Cold and I'm trembling Still holding out For my fairytale ending Nightmare Falling as the bottom reaches up for me Wake up on the ground Reject Every lesson anybody has to say Cause I won't be saved now I've got an itch You've got an emptiness I couldn't fill False gods and tenderness Into your will Pray on the falling Straps from your shoulders How do I hold you? Make me a monster Make me a beast Prey on my weakness Become my disease I've been lovesick and empty Cold and I'm trembling Still holding out For my fairytale ending