Addicted to Bad Ideas

I wasn’t always a monster, I was a prince.
Now, so broken, so,
and addicted to bad ideas and to drugs
and all the beauty in the world, I know.

Though I have grown older & graver,
the great heart of the world remains ever young.
I wasn’t always a monster, I was a prince.
Now, so broken, so...

I wasn’t always a monster, I was a saint.
Now, forgotten, so,
and addicted to bad ideas and the blood
that runs from my arms and my eyes and my throat.

Though I have grown older & graver,
the great heart of the world remains ever young.
I wasn’t always a monster, I was a prince.
Now, so broken, so....

BECAUSE I CAN
’CAUSE NO ONE CAN STOP ME,
’CAUSE IT MAKES UP FOR THINGS THAT I'VE LOST.
TO FEEL YOUR TUG AT MY SOUL,
THE SLAP OF YOUR GAZE UPON MY FACE.

TO FAIL AND TO LIVE LONG

BECAUSE I’M ADDICTED TO BAD IDEAS
AND ALL THE BEAUTY IN THIS WORLD.