Monsters

Is nothing sacred in these parasitic ways

Perhaps its just another way to make you feel like you belong

I stand accused of all your insecurities

Somehow your smoke and your mirrors cannot hide the envy

Monsters under the bed, under the bed

Bash in your head

Somebody tell me, please tell me

Who’s got my back

Harsh untruths and those pathetic little digs

I slit the throats of all those fucking pathetic little pigs

On my beach I kick up metaphoric sand

I flush the toilet of weakness with mushroom clouds in hand

Monsters under the bed, under the bed

Bash in your head

Somebody tell me, please tell me

Who’s got my back

Stitch my throat closed

Cut my smile wide

Sew my eyes blind

I can still see through you

Is nothing sacred in these parasitic ways

Perhaps its just another way to make you feel like you belong

Monsters under the bed, under the bed

Bash in your head

Somebody tell me, please tell me

Who’s got my back