Monster — Disturbed

End this suffering

You made a monster of me Through all your wicked lies Forever tortured by you Abandoned at death's door Until I said no more

Don't look away You're just a former regret of mine And when you want, just look away You're just a former regret of mine Erasing now

You made a rock star of me Gave me this wicked life Paid to be tortured by you A life I now abhor And still I say, no more

Think over all of the shit in your mind Think over and come to grip with it Think over all of the shit in your little twisted sick mind, all said