Old emotional crap: 1-3

Monster

I have become a monster

a big and scary one

and all my friends are running

when they see me come

I'm not the one I used to be

trust me when I'm crying

I didn't see the evil come

I wasn't even trying

Now I can't run forever more

I'll have to tell my story

you'll hear it's rough and bad

with no eternal glory

They came one day and took my love

the only thing I had

then they locked me in a cage

and told I had gone mad

It was a lie, I'll bet they know

but I was just a fool

they cut my body over-all

and build me up with tool

Now I can not feel a thing

hunger, thirst or pain

‘cause I've become a war-machine

and live my life in shame.