The Beast And The Beauty

You can call me the beast
If you think I look like that
But I’m still looking for my beauty
Despite the fact that I’m kind of mad

Many years have passed
Since the last time I saw the sky
In my castle surrounded by hawthorn
I observe my life going by

Oh, have you seen that creature in the dark
Breaking the mirrors at the beat of Gothic jazz
Lying beneath a leave of frozen grass
Lying in your rancor, lying in your heart

Can anybody tell me how to reach my goals in life?
Can anybody show me what I am not doing right?
Can anybody tell me what the people really think?
I know I can do it, just, if I believe

My hands are full of blood
Wetting my stone made claws
You better don’t never ever
Look at my half-moon eyes

My lips are interrupted
By an orgy of shiny fangs
My voice sounds like the demon’s
Choir of cats

Sometimes I feel like trash, as a mistake in the earth
I can’t find the way for leaving weeping, rancor and hate
I try to be optimist, buy every failure still hurts
Then the beast awakes and the beauty goes mad

Can anybody tell me how to reach my goals in life?
Can anybody show me what I am not doing right?
Can anybody tell me what the people really think?
I know I can do it, just, if I believe