Biography of a Monster

I was born with horns strapped to my head And for that my life became a living hell You think I deserve to be treated like a pest But since I was born I had nothing left I am getting My sweet revenge You don't think that You treated me well The monster is out and you need to suffer For what you have done, no, I don't deserve You may call it pity, you may call it help You might say you saved me from my prison cell But I grew to like the horns crowning my head You may not understand, but at least don't pretend I was born with so many things to blame I was hated because I was feeling pain Now I feel I need to be avenged But no one came I'll take the matter into my own hands I am getting My sweet revenge You don't think that You treated me well The monster is out and you need to suffer For what you have done, no, I don't deserve You may call it pity, you may call it help You might say you saved me from my prison cell But I grew to like the horns crowning my head You may not understand, but at least don't pretend Some people were avoiding me Some people were beating me But the ones who helped me They didn't trust me, they did out of pity I am getting My sweet revenge You don't think that You treated me well The monster is out and you need to suffer For what you have done, no, I don't deserve You may call it pity, you may call it help You might say you saved me from my prison cell But I grew to like the horns crowning my head You may not understand, but at least don't pretend Now that my time is near All I can feel is now fear I have so many regrets I haven't been at my best My monster side grows on me Whilst I am grasping desperately To hang onto my life of pain To hang on to my life insane