Who am I the monsters?
What have you
That has become not of your image
and not of your skin
you cry like monsters, like monsters, like monsters...
Deep inside and inside your monsters is deep
Your loved ones cry for your monsters
and those who are not like you
but see like you
and feel like you.In rage do you feel?
In what time and moment do you give yourself
excuses and excuses to run that mouth of yours
that tongue that slithers and stabs at
Your loved ones cry for your monsters
and those who are not like you
but cry like you
and lust like you.