"Addicted to bad ideas" 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