The Monster in the Spoon

“THE MONSTER IN THE SPOON”

[Verse 1]
It don’t come with claws or teeth, but God, it knows how to bite.
It whispers like a friend at first, says, “I’ll quiet down your night.”
But every promise that it makes is dipped in venom, soaked in lies,
And before you even feel it, it’s already eating you alive.
I watched it hollow out my laughter, watched it poison every dream,
Till the man inside the mirror was someone I couldn’t see.

[Chorus]
There’s a monster in the spoon, and it don’t care who you are.
It’ll kiss you like salvation while it’s stealing every part.
It’s acidic to the touch, it burns the soul before the skin,
And it smiles while it destroys you, saying, “Come on back again.”
Yeah, there’s a monster in the spoon —
And I’ve lived the hell it drags you through.

[Verse 2]
It don’t roar, it don’t scream — it just waits until you’re weak,
Till the world feels too damn heavy and you’re begging for relief.
Then it wraps you in  the darkness that feels safer than the light,
And you swear you’re in control while it’s tightening the vice.
I lost years inside its shadow, lost my children’s precious time,
Lost the man I swore I’d be beneath that monster’s crooked smile.

[Chorus]
There’s a monster in the spoon, and it don’t care who you love.
It’ll take your kids, your heartbeat, and the God you’re thinking of.
It’s a masterful deceiver, paints the poison as a cure,
But the only thing it’s healing is the hunger to need more.
Yeah, there’s a monster in the spoon —
& I barely made it out too.

[Bridge]
Some nights I felt it pulling me beneath the world I knew,
Felt the cold breath of the devil saying, “Boy, you’re almost through.”
But grace broke through the darkness by a hand that wouldn’t quit,
And I crawled out of that grave I damn near left myself in.

[Final Chorus]
There’s a monster in the spoon, but it don’t own me anymore.
I’ve seen the truth behind its smile, seen the bodies on its floor.
I’ve felt the cost of every lie it ever whispered in my ear,
And I’m standing here saying, “You’ll never see me again.”
Yeah, there’s a monster in the spoon —
But I ain’t feeding it my friend.

Country, slow haunted stomp, outlaw confessional — pure emotional truth