Making Mosters

Alone in hideous fancy
All empty and defenseless
I draw my crayon monsters
And they come to life
The filthy strings creep in woe
In dead rats puppet freak show
Solemn daydreams blossom
Fed by ignorance and pride

Get away
(Whirl) leaving it all behind
Fault is haunting me
Ends are closing in
Till I fade
Away
Forming and drawing and feeding
The monsters in my mind

Astray upon a crow line
When freezing spaces entwine
Pace the wasted wonderland
That lies ahead
The second breath of my hope
Has strangled me for too long
Tomb my sacred fantasies
And never dream again

Get away
(Whirl) leaving it all behind
Fault is haunting me
Ends are closing in
Till I fade
Away
Forming and drawing and feeding
The monsters in my

Get away
(Whirl) leaving it all behind
Fault is haunting me
Ends are closing in
Till I fade

Away
Forming and drawing and feeding
The monsters in my mind
(Whirl) leaving it all behind
Fault is haunting me
Ends are closing in
Till I fade

Away
Forming and drawing and feeding
The monsters in my