Mating Ritual - Monster

I could tell you that I’m right
That I know just what to do
Im a quarterback with nothing written in my playbook
You can talk to anyone
They can tell you anything
But absolutely no one knows how tomorrow gonna be

I’m a parasite without a host
I don’t wanna be some kind of monster
Staring down the barrel at the end of the world
I’m a wooden man in burning room
I dont wanna be some kind of monster
Staring at the end of the world

If you burn a forest down
Then the seeds are gonna take
And in a few short years there will be new life at the gate
But if cut the lumber down
You harvest everything
There’s nothing left to grow it’ll be your children who pay

I’m a parasite without a host
Turning into some kind of monster
Staring down the barrel at the end of the world
I’m a burning man in wooden room
Turning into some kind of monster
I don’t wanna be myself anymore