• And yes I would like to see
    Who's created me,
    the monster
    Beauty I would know
    The places they all go,
    when the sun rises
    Will it be over
    when I step onto the scene
    Will it be over
    when I make them all turn green
    Yes, the burns mark my face
    for the place
    where people lose themselves
    And I won't ever know
    No, they won't ever say
    Who's created me,
    the monster