Monster - Charlie Cunningham

I’ll applaud and stamp my feet

Sit forward in my seat

Unimpaired by the world surrounding me

Mirrors, smoke machines

It’s never quite how it seems

I’ve been there, now I’m taking care

With my vacant stare prepared

You were talking in your sleep

Said something about me

Wake up begging your pardon

That’s when it all gets personal

Because we’re all so capable

It came as soon as our back turned

It burns and we’ll curse them

These days are pulling us backwards

Still learning

Just know to never broadcast your monsters

But they’re making it so hard to stop them

You’ll try, and so will I

We know to never broadcast our monsters

But it’s making it so hard between us

We know to never broadcast our monsters

But it’s making it so hard between us