Minotaur

I dreamed I was a minotaur,
my mother, lovely mother was a queen.
Her lover, secret lover, was a bull.
They said my birth it was obscene.
And I love the screams of those Athen’s girls,
The way they run it’s such a thrill.
I love the screams of those Athen’s boys,
the way they beg I got no choice.
So they locked me up in this labyrinth,
to walk these winding halls alone,
just me, just me, just me and all these bones,
tribute of sacrificial slaves.
And I love the screams of those Athen’s girls,
The way they beg it’s such a thrill.
I love the screams of those Athen’s boys,
the way they run I got no choice.
I’m your monster.
I’m your monster.
I’m your monster.
With love.
They say young Theseus, he’s cunning strong, he’s got a gift.
They say young Thesus, he’s going to kill me.
Oh Theseus, what a lovely gift.
And I love the screams of those Athen’s girls,
The way they run it’s such a thrill.
I love the screams of those Athen’s boys,
the way they beg I got no choice.
I’m your monster.
I’m your monster.
I’m your monster.
I’m your monster.
I’m your monster.
I’m your monster.
I’m your monster.
With love.