Ripping my eyelids a little bit wider,
Are two prying hands that grew out of my shoulders
And I can't explain why
But its hurting my eyes
Thick blackend quills springing out of my back
And there's hair in between and in all of the cracks
Of my skin that's grown scaley and yellow-ish brown
In my mind there's a cloud and it wants to come out
I'm a monster
My fingers have shrivelled and dropped to the dirt
And two giant talons have grown where they were
I'm starting to think I will never return
From my previous form
Which I can't quite recall
But I'm not hungry at all
I'm a monster
And I feel the compulsion to dig myself in
So I start on a home
Like some fever-ish mole
I'm a monster
