MonsterI'm staring intoThis parallel universeCrying my tears of blackI see it nowIt's horrible faceIt's menacing ways to killHe's a wreckHe's a bitchHe's a faggotWhat else can you say?You've already got him convincedThe mirror is a crime to himBut his paint to hide the fateHe paints to loveTo find a shoulder to cry onTo find the confidence to ware it downTo a scienceTo paint over painTo paint over hateTo paint over a broken soulMaybe to hide the fact that he's hurtBut what else can be takenWhen he's faking it all?Paint over itPaint it and hide it