Florence Welch
Monster (Book Version)
So you start to take pieces of your own life
And somewhat selfishly
Other people’s lives
And feed them to the song
At what cost
This wondrous creature
That becomes more precious to you
Than the people that you took from
How awful
To make human sacrifices
A late night conversation
A private thought
All placed upon the altar
But you have to satisfy the monster
The monster has loved you for longer
Than anyone else.