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