The House That the Monsters Made

Intro

Yeah.

Turn it up.

Watch this.

Let's go.

Verse 1

I’m staring at the ceiling, trying to manifest a feeling,

But the paint is slowly peeling, and the pressure’s got me kneeling.

They want the old me, the monster that the critics closely guarded,

Before the spotlight started, back when I was broken-hearted.

Now I’m swimming in a fishbowl, fighting for my own soul,

Mind is on cruise control, trying not to lose hold.

Every single lyric is a miracle of medicine,

I'm stepping in the zone again, battling my skeleton.

They say my time is ticking, that the clock is getting louder,

But every single second I just turn it into powder.

Crush it up and twist it, they don't want to risk it,

A lyrical ballistic, realistic with a misfit.

I'm a lightning rod, striking hard, fighting odds,

Writing bars that leave a scar on all these hyper-gods.

Ink is bleeding on the page, staging a production,

Welcome to the masterpiece of my own self-destruction.

Chorus

So let the shadows chase me, let 'em try to erase me,

There ain't a cage in this world that can hold or contain me!

They want the crown? Come and tear it from my head!

Until the ink runs dry, or I'm cold and I'm dead!

Yeah, you’re looking at a ghost that refused to fade,

Welcome to the house that the monsters made!

Verse 2

Step into my closet, see the skeletons are dancing,

Every critic's comment is a trauma I'm financing.

They sit behind a screen, injecting venom in a caption,

But never have the guts to face the gravity of action.

I’m a product of the pavement, trapped in entertainment,

Looking at the map and wondering where the hell the day went.

Gasoline is pumping through my veins, I am volatile,

Spitting at the camera with a predatory broad smile.

You want a scapegoat? Fine, point your finger at the bad guy,

The one who built a ladder to the cloud up in the mad sky.

I never asked to be the voice of a broken generation,

I just took my notebook and ignited a nation.

Now you want to tame me? Put a muzzle on a grizzly?

Look into the mirror, ask yourself if you miss me.

'Cause I am everywhere, the shadow in the hallway,

Dictating the culture and I'm doing it my way!

Chorus

So let the shadows chase me, let 'em try to erase me,

There ain't a cage in this world that can hold or contain me!

They want the crown? Come and tear it from my head!

Until the ink runs dry, or I'm cold and I'm dead!

Yeah, you’re looking at a ghost that refused to fade,

Welcome to the house that the monsters made!

Verse 3

Look at the pace, I'm ahead of the race, I'm erasing the face of the fake and the fraud,

They want to debate if I'm great or a king or a legend or simply a lyrical god.

I gotta reload it, explosive, eroded, I load up the audio, blow up the audio track,

They want the receipt but I delete the elite and I'm never gonna give 'em the capital back!

I'm a titan, a tyrant, a fighter, inherently violent with syllables, breaking the mold,

I took all the silver, the bronze, and the platinum, and turned it to literal gold.

You cannot replace me, erase me, or face me, I'm pacing the basement, I'm cooking the heat,

I leave all my rivals in critical status and dragging their bodies right into the street!

I’m done playing nice. The gloves are off.

The ink on this paper is thicker than blood.

You wanted the show? Well, here comes the flood.

Chorus

So let the shadows chase me, let 'em try to erase me,

There ain't a cage in this world that can hold or contain me!

They want the crown? Come and tear it from my head!

Until the ink runs dry, or I'm cold and I'm dead!

Yeah, you’re looking at a ghost that refused to fade,

Welcome to the house that the monsters made!

Outro

Yeah.

The house that the monsters made.

You built it.

I just live here.