Making Monsters by The Bastards (Horror Punk) Lyrics

Here comes midnight again
I'm missing you my friend
The blood is on my hands
And the specter is looming close to me

I’ve got no reason left to cry
Such a peaceful way to die
A bloody monster such as I
And theres nobody left to reel me in

The end is close, the end is close
I'm all alone, I'm all alone

Chorus:
How can I feel this way?
Has this become a game?
I’ve got no right to say
But you're making...

Is the this the price I pay
For living life this way?
The thought are haunting me
Are you making... Monsters?
As the clock stricks twelve I change
This feelings all so strange
As it pulls my mind in frays
Death is breathing down my neck

Save yourself and kill them all
When the reaper blooms in full
If you see what I become
All your hatred turned me into bones

Chorus:
How can I feel this way?
Has this become a game?
I've got no right to say
But you're making...

Is the this the price I pay
For living life this way?
The thought are haunting me
Are you making... Monsters?


Is there more to me
My anchor drifts away
In the dark...
Chorus:
How can I feel this way?
Has this become a game?
I've got no right to say
But you're making...

Is the this the price I pay
For living life this way?
The thought are haunting me
Are you making... Monsters?