You want a pure heart.
You want to be patient.
You know you are when the veils opened.
Against all odds, you've got eyes no one else does.
You're the calm before the storm.
Well is this your paradise cause It's so different from my view.
I'll never be jealous of the truth.
I'll never be cruel enough to make you choose your heart or your body, I know your wrongs will be adorned.
I know that the saints will be ignored, and it's still your greatest concern.
That I'd rather be damned than a monster.
Are we called to be seated at your right hand, or do we wait to be pulled from the ground?
Do we measure up to your idea of perfection?
Do we kneel when your back is turned?
Well is this your paradise cause It's so different from my view.
I'll never be jealous of the truth.
I'll never be cruel enough to make you choose your heart or your body, I know your wrongs will be adorned,
I know that the saints will be ignored, and it's still your greatest concern.
That I'd rather be damned than a monster, damned than a monster.
I'd rather be damned than a monster.