Sympathy For The Monster (Torture Garden)

Baby it's bitterly cold outsideSo come warm yourself by my fire You may be misunderstood But that's something I've come to admire In spine-chilling cathedrals of frost Through the blood-stained glass pane They could see you shiver and shake But cast you out all the same I've got such sympathy for the monster The wretched daemon seed inside of you I've got such sympathy for the monster For they turned and turned me into a monster too