i wasn t always a monster i was a prince now so broken so addicted to bad ideas and to drugs and to all the beauty in this world i know though i have grown older and 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 and the blood that runs from my arms and my eyes and my throat though i have grown older and graver the great heart of the world remains ever young wasn t always a monster i was a prince now so broken so because i can cause no one to stop me cause it makes up for things i lost to feel your tug at my soul the sting of your gaze over my face to fail and to live long because i can there s no one to stop me cause it makes up for things i lost to feel your tug at my soul the sting of your gaze over my face to fail and to live long 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