Will a Beauty still come?
No I won't keep my hopes up
I, for one, knows how painful it is for the world to let you down
So I've learned how to stood by as the rose petals fall, and quietly watch

No Beauty will arrive
No, not for a hideous demon roaming the earth alive
Who would? None, not in their right mind
No one will be able to bear my slime

No one will be able to see what's beyond
What's inside before I had acquired my fangs
The me when I still wasn't a madman
But I guess, that is just fine

I don't deserve it anyway
At least that's how the world wants it to play
So be it, hate everything until I rot away
Being the Beast that I am, I'll have it the world's way