Monster

Running them off the highway Running them off the rail Running their babies into cold black water Just me and my stash and my scale Filling the tank over flowing Filling a dirty syringe Filling another cemetary Hope drinking blood don't make you cringe no Seeing is still not beleiving Seeing that you're still here Seeing you fall from the eighth floor window Your reputation to smear Shooting in every direction Shooting stars inside our heads Shooting before you see the whites of their eyes I bet you never thought you'd see me dead no