Monsters

Where did you come from?

What have we started?

Maybe I call you a liar

Held in command

Taken by hand

Mistaking the words on the wire

Take me down again

Pull me down again

Take me down and then a a a a a

Don't go and ask your sick little questions

I can't find the cure for desire

If this continues

I'm saving myself

By putting my hands in the fire

What's natural and real

Like monsters we

Like banshees

That's what we've become

There's half a discussion and then we ask

What kind of love we have

You know where the door is

Can't give you myself

Compassions just a word in a dictionary on your shelf

Monogamy to you it seems is just black and blue

All the best psychotic lovers ain't got nothing on you