Excuse me, but I've been here for a while
Didn't mention my name to your mother
Or to your friends
You have a princely pallor
You're slaying dragons by the day
You leave them in your wake

If I'm a monster, then what are you?

You bring me daemons and dead things
To try to make it right
You bring me daemons and dead things
And you're all dressed in white
You drag a bull in by the horns
Even though I warned you
Your body's battered broken and bruised

If I'm a monster, then what are you?

Yes I've been here for a while
Wouldn't quite call me immortal
Wouldn't call me anything if I were you
Yes, I waited here a while
Didn't mention my name to your mother
She knows me well enough by now

So bring me your roses
I'll watch them bloom, I'll watch them bloom
Bring me your roses
I'll watch them bloom, I'll watch them bloom
But they'll still be roses and they'll still be blood red and they'll still be cliches
But they'll still be roses and they'll still be blood red and they'll still be cliches
But they'll still be roses and they'll still be blood red and they'll still be cliches
And worse! They'll be from you

If I'm a monster, then what are you?