You've got the perfect body
And an aspiring mind
And your favourite hobby
Is the killing kind
Your god is retribution
Your futures set in stone
Without a real solution
The story's getting old
When your worlds collide the rivers run with blood
And I try my best to find your shining satellite of love
Between your last dissection
And dreams of hollow gold
You search for pure perfection
In your rubber soul
In a sea of answers
You will one day drown
And wear the here and after
Like a copper crown
When your worlds collide the rivers run with blood
And i try my best to find your shining satellite of love
If the smell of sweet revenge can put a smile across your face
Then be there to count the boys when your monsters fall from grace
Monster, monster, monster, monster
Monster