Lyrics: Dustin Bremerich/Dean Bremerich/Bronagh Shaw/Naomi Jon
Music: Dustin Bremerich/Dean Bremerich
Stand at the gates
I guess a b**ch could never be a saint
Oh, that's okay
'Cause the halo is too basic for my taste
Whisper, whisper, lie to me
Kiss the villain of your dreams
Dare to curse my name and set me free
Every little sin reminds me that we're not the same
Banish me, I won't comply, I'm dancing with the snakes
I'm fed up, drop your modesty
I'm better when you're scared of me
Do whatever, I'm the prophecy
I'm a fallen angel, face me when you're ready
I'm fed up
Look what you've done to me
I'm better
You made a monster out of me
Go take a bite
It's not the apple that is poisoning your mind
Done playing nice
Can see that heaven's just a little sacrifice
Whisper, whisper, say my name
Only vices shall remain
Let the demons rain on your parade
I'm fed up, drop your modesty
I'm better when you're scared of me
Do whatever, I'm the prophecy
I'm a fallen angel, face me when you're ready
I'm fed up
Look what you've done to me
I'm better
You made a monster out of me
Look what you've done to me (Look what you've done to me)
Woah, woah (You made a monster out of me)
(Every little sin reminds me that we're not the same)
I'm fed up
I'm fed up
(You made a monster out of me)
I'm fed up, drop your modesty
I'm better when you spit on me
Do whatever, I'm the prophecy
I'ma fallen angel, face me when you're ready
I'm fed up