I wasn't always a monster, I was a prince
Now so broken, so
Addicted to bad ideas and to [bad word] 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 to blood [bad word] from my palms and my eyes and my throat
Though I gave 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

'Cause I can
'Cause no one can stop me
'Cause it makes up for things I lost
To feel you tug at my soul
The sting of your gaze over my face
To fail and to live long

'Cause I can
'Cause no one can stop me
'Cause it makes up for things I lost
To feel you 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