I wasn't always a monster, I was a prince.
Now, so broken, so,
Addicted to bad ideas & to drugs & to all the beauty in 
this world, I know
Though I have grown older & graver, the great heart of 
the world remains ever young.
I wasn't always a monster, I was a prince.
Now, so broken, so.
I wasn't always a monster, I was a saint.
Now, forgotten, so,
Addicted to bad ideas & to the blood that runs from my 
eyes and my hands and my throat
Though I have grown older & graver, the great heart of 
the world remains ever young.
I wasn't always a monster, I was a prince.
Now, so broken, so.
Because I can, 'cuz there's no one to stop me
'Cause it makes up for things that I lost
To feel your tug at my soul,
The sting of your gaze over my face
To fail and to live long
I wasn't always a monster, I was a saint.
Now, so broken, so,
Addicted to bad ideas & to the blood that runs from my 
eyes and my hands and my throat
Though I have grown older & graver, the great heart of 
the world remains ever young. I wasn't always a 
monster, I was a prince.
Now, so broken, so.
Because I can
'Cause no one can stop me
'Cause it makes up for things I lost
Because I'm addicted to bad ideas and all the beauty in 
this world