Monsters

Is nothing sacred in those parasitic ways?
Perhaps it’s just another way
To make you feel like you belong
I stand accused of all your insecurities
Somehow your smoke and your mirrors
Can not hide the envy
Monsters under the bed
Under the bed
Bash it in your head
Somebody tell me
Please tell me
Who’s got my back
Yeah!
Harsh untruths in those pathetic little digs
I slit the throats of those
Fucking pathetic little pigs
On my beach, I kick up metaphoric sand
I flush the toilets of weakness
With mushroom clouds in hand
Monsters under the bed
Under the bed
Bash it in your head
Somebody tell me
Please tell me
Who’s got my back
Monsters under the bed
Under the bed
Bash it in your head
Somebody tell me
Please tell me
Who’s got my back
Yeah!
Yeah!
Stich my throat closed
Cut my smile wide
Sew my eyes blind
I can still see through you
I can see right through you
I can still see through you
I can see right through you
Is nothing sacred in those parasitic ways?
Perhaps it’s just another way
To make you feel like you belong
Monsters under the bed
Under the bed
Bash it in your head
Somebody tell me
Please tell me
Who’s got my back
Monsters under the bed
Under the bed
Bash it in your head
Somebody tell me
Please tell me
Who’s got my back