I wasn't always a monster, I was a prince. Now, so broken, so Addicted to bad ideas & to drugs & to all the beauty in this world, I know Though I have grown older & 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 & to the blood that runs from my eyes and my hands and my throat Though I have grown older & graver, the great heart of the world remains ever young. I wasn't always a monster, I was a prince. Now, so broken, so Because I can, 'cause no one can stop me 'Cause it makes up for things that I lost To feel your tug at my soul The sting of your gaze over my face To fail and to live long I wasn't always a monster, I was a saint. Now, so broken, so Addicted to bad ideas & to the blood that runs from my eyes and my hands and my throat Though I have grown older & graver, the great heart of the world remains ever young. I wasn't always a monster, I was a prince. Now, so broken, so 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