Monster - Mating Ritual

I could tell you that I’m right

That I know just what to do

Im a quarterback with nothing written in my playbook

You can talk to anyone

They can tell you anything

But absolutely no one knows how tomorrow gonna be

I’m a parasite without a host

I don’t wanna be some kind of monster

Staring down the barrel at the end of the world

I’m a wooden man in burning room

I dont wanna be some kind of monster

Staring at the end of the world

If you burn a forest down

Then the seeds are gonna take

And in a few short years there will be new life at the gate

But if cut the lumber down

You harvest everything

There’s nothing left to grow it’ll be your children who pay

I’m a parasite without a host

Turning into some kind of monster

Staring down the barrel at the end of the world

I’m a burning man in wooden room

Turning into some kind of monster

I don’t wanna be myself anymore