Monster - Dharmata

There’s a church here

Buried deep

Underneath a boiling sea

Skeletons

Dressed like you and me

Searching for the means to speak

It’s risen from grave

So wild it can’t be tamed

Flesh stitched to flesh

We’re making a monster

Just a pauper

Among kings

He kills butterflies

Eats their wings

There’s a crypt filled with childhood dreams

Burning

Bursting from the seams

It’s risen from grave

So wild it can’t be tamed

Flesh stitched to flesh

We’re making a monster

Making a monster

Making a monster

The blood

The sweat

The tears

Make me

The blood

The sweat

The tears

Make me

It’s risen from grave

So wild it can’t be tamed

It’s risen from grave

So wild it can’t be tamed

Flesh stitched to flesh

We’re making a monster

Making a monster

Making a monster

Flesh stitched to flesh

We’re making a monster

Building a monster

Building a monster