Addicted to Bad Ideas

"Addicted to bad ideas"
 I wasn't always a monster,
 I was a prince.
 Now so broken, so.
 Addicted to bad ideas
 and to drugs and to all the beauty
 in this world I know.
 Though I have grown older and 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.
 Addicted to bad ideas and
 the blood that runs from my arms
 and my eyes and my throat.
 Though I have grown older and graver,
 the great heart of the world remains ever young.
 Wasn't always a monster, I was a prince.
 Now, so broken, so.
 Because I can, cause no one to stop me.
 Cause it makes up for things I lost.
 To feel your tug at my soul,
 The sting of your gaze over my face
 To fail and to live long
 Because I can, there's no one to stop me.
 Cause it makes up for things I lost.
 To feel your tug at my soul,
 The sting of your gaze over my face
 To fail and to live long
 Because I can
 Cause no one can stop me
 Cause it makes up for things I lost.
 Because I'm addicted to bad ideas and all the beauty in this world