Animal Not Monster

Cooking hope in my stove

With a bitter taste on my tongue

I need a reason to fake at all

I need a reason with hands that are six feet tall

If you were God instead

No skins and bones

No broken head

With a hand like a bear-shaped claw

I need a reason to reason with myself at all

Your words taste like sin

Hey now you got me thinking I was wrong

It's the dirty seed in my teeth

That comes out when I start to speak

Hey now you got me thinking I was wrong

It's the seasoned man, gun in hand

Who gave up his right to understand

We were dead before the seed hit the ground

And we begged the whole way down

Oh Lord, what should we do with this town?

You ask me, I say we burn it down

You got caught with a childish thought

Running through your head

Another way to see the cost

Of living with the dead

Hey now you got me thinking I was wrong

It's the dirty seed in my teeth

That comes out when I start to speak

Hey now you got me thinking I was wrong

It's the seasoned man, gun in hand

Who gave up his right to understand

Was it God who sliced me up this way?

And threw me out on the street

Just to watch me beg?

No I've got no reasons left

And nobody to blame

But this dark, haunting, hollow spirit

Running through my veins

I need a reason