Creature Feature

You brand this curse upon my name
I damn your venom to the flame
One final glance to ghosts of yore
Shall blind our eyes to meet no more
This monster you have made, in turn
Shall see your soul forever burn
Hold your screams, the lights are turning low
A gnashing fever dream of a haunted picture show
Cause you're in for a fright
Guided by the lantern light, so
Please hold your questions, we're raising the curtains
It's high time we started the show
In the dead of night, our hero's waiting
Beneath the mask it lies, the face he's saving
And to his surprise, a well of terror filled his eyes, oh
Wretched and broken, his lies as a token, his creature was ready to go
Oh, what a monster you have made of me
Amusing, I was seen as a pet, just a meal to wet your teeth
And the scene's all in your head, it's red, let's see that the monster is fed
We bled, the dread, your terror is back from the dead
Look at him, standing proud and tall
Composing harmonies in the highest hallowed hall
But his creature of the night lies waiting for a bite
His monster is ravenous, out of the shadows
It's ready to swallow him whole
And now he's face to face, with his creation
All the bone displaced, in his fixation
Try as he might, there was never an end in sight
Creator look nearer, your monster's a mirror, revenge is delicious when cold
Oh, what a prison you had made for me
Refusing to be forced to a cell, crying out in unheard pleas
And it's all just empty threats, regrets, I'm tired of paying your debts
Forget this duet, I'm finally burning the set
Creator look closer, your monster's a mirror
You cast me aside to see yourself clearer
Unmask your deceit, the lie's lost it's shimmer
These roles would have fit if you had been sincerer
I'm not just some scene, you wish you'd shot better
I have my own dreams, I won't let them bitter
You left me in pieces, 'cause you're so damn clever
These wounds can be healed, you'll be broken forever
What does it mean? Where did it come from
Am I even seen? Behind this old bass drum
The world spins around me I can't even fathom
I'm nothing to you, am I just a phantasm
So, you ask how the story ends
Are the sinner and the devil on a path to make amends
Though the curtain falls the story's written on the walls so
It's only Act 1 you're still in for some fun so let's wait and just see where this goes
Why did it have to end this way
I refuse to be the monster you made to fit your charade
Escape the past, be buried, and embrace the slow decay
How the show will go on is only for me to say