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.