by Nick Gisburne
Whatever brute or beast you hope to see
Whatever strange delusions twist your dreams
Beware what creeps behind the curtain: me
Monstrosity is sometimes what it seems.
A shilling pays to see
The monster that is me
For those who look, but never let me speak
Revulsion and contempt are nothing new
My skin will turn the stomachs of the weak
But do I sound so primitive to you?
A shilling pays to see
The monster that is me
Mere words, alas, will not prepare your mind
For what the gods themselves have cast aside
But why are you so adamant to find
A woman forced to hate herself and hide?
A shilling pays to see
The monster that is me
A shilling is a wretched price to pay
Spare both of us, I beg you. Walk away
A shilling pays to see
The monster that is me
But only death will ever set me free
Lyrics by Nick Gisburne
Music and vocals created by Suno
Adapted from the poem A Shilling
