The Beast Explain

The song is called the beast

It's about.. Feeling ugly

I've been whittling a niche a heart that's made of wood

Is feeling pitiful and sick so I'm parting ways for good

A minimal intent's on that could've would've should've

Try to look up high if I mistook the miserable events

I look up at the sky and I pry both my eyes open

So I can decide if it's worth it just to try and

This is what it's like when you fight all the nightmares

To try to find some light there and hold it all in my hands

And the parable is done ugly duckling swan dived into the barrel of a gun

I spent my afternoons alone to stare into the sun

To attract an opposite and go get married just for fun

Come undone predict another mental lapse

Screaming from the top of my lungs until the windows crack

Drinking all the vodka to hush all of my impulse that's

Seeking for the optimal buzz to get my limbs detached

And I'm a part of all the lies

This she loves me not mentality makes gardens all divide

The particle I hide is the iron in my blood

I'll set fire to the sun until the waterfalls are dry

Father son and holy ghost bottled rum and lonely folks

Dance within the lines so they can swallow some and Dosey Doe

I'm so alone I've been living in a vacant pit

Just another voodoo doll victim of relationships

I studied every single eyelash

On her little face and they look like venus flytraps

I always knew I'd meet a nice catch

I didn't think that she would bite back

So please fail me now, you with the pitchfork hey bail me out

Man I act like a man-i-ac I just can't fight back

When this greyscale surrounds me

You say hello there, I say it's hell here

Look at my face to find trace of swell years

With my tongue in my cheek in spite of when I go to bite it

So the blood is released I try to

Look inside me when I summon the beast to fight him

So I guide him right under the sheets to hide it

It's a violent thrill, rhythm of a silent film

Cycle of the moon when it's hunt and release

I might've been sent to jail when I'm dead-set to fail

I felt it coming the death sentence braille

Misery loves comforting and best friends prevail

It's The Beauty and the Beast it's La Bete et la Belle

Please come and kill me with a bullet made of silver

Or a stake inside my chest so I can finally go to sleep

When these lovely feelings are so cold it makes me shiver

When it's breaking my defense so don't go crying over me

Then dream of another fortune that's not average

Sing with a little forked tongue like a basilisk

These simple days of boredom are so cancerous

Seems like I might be sort of like a masochist

I'm so enamored by the swell marks

Breaking all the mirrors just to crawl out of my skin

I'm Ester Greenwood i've been trapped inside a Bell Jar

Believing all the speeches from a charlatan again

I got lectured on the matter

That my topics are myopic non-sequitur and scattered

He uses big words complex with all the patterns

But maybe it's for me and not you

I formerly denounce my former self and form deformities

Conform to formations that were forced to form abnormally

Before I forfeit my fortress and forget my fortune

I'll fortify so you can burn me at the stake

Tricyclics with an SSRI

Just might fix this mix of intense hard times

Light gets dim when I get this dark side

As time tic tic tics and excess stars die

Cause I'm a monster in the flesh

Being haunted by the topics that I conjure with my breath

This is how a death feels this is all that's left

When there's nowhere else to run and you're caught inside the web

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