Monsters

Is nothing sacred in these 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 cannot hide the envy [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]