monster

He’s right, don’t start

‘Til you’re his own, form of art and

He’s doing his part

Cause he’s winning my heart 

There were no sparks

Just a gasoline fire burning through the dark and

He’s doing his part

Cause he’s winning my heart

Is he human, does it matter

I know he’s what I’m after

I can reel him, from disaster

I know 

Most people are scared

When they look him in the eyes, all they see is fear (but)

Let me make this clear

I want him near

Most people can’t sleep

Feeling he’s out, on the streets (but)

He is my creep

-dev:monster