Wellcome to the show of PaperMonster He was sheets of paper, she had scissor One day she began to cut He had a mouth and had the eyes And he could see - the world is dirty
I'm your PaperMonster Was created by you I don't want to die Well, once upon a time I'll kill ya I'm your PaperMonster Was created by you Livin' in the world When monsters are created by other monsters
First he looked around and was afraid of The world so big and full of other monsters Noone said 'bout good or bad His heart was just so clearly dead He took the knife 'n' decided - the world is guilty
*repeat chorus
One, two, three, four PaperMonster on the floor Five, six, seven, eight PaperMonster wanna eat (ya) Nine, ten, eleven, twelve PaperMonster is your death Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Your PaperMonster live inside (of you)
And you, and you, and you
*scream
Shut up, bitch, what was you thinkin' 'bout before created me?!