Ripping my eyelids a little bit wider, Are two prying hands that grew out of my shoulders And I can't explain why But its hurting my eyes Thick blackend quills springing out of my back And there's hair in between and in all of the cracks Of my skin that's grown scaley and yellow-ish brown In my mind there's a cloud and it wants to come out I'm a monster My fingers have shrivelled and dropped to the dirt And two giant talons have grown where they were I'm starting to think I will never return From my previous form Which I can't quite recall But I'm not hungry at all I'm a monster And I feel the compulsion to dig myself in So I start on a home Like some fever-ish mole I'm a monster