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 Whos got my back Harsh untruths and 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 toilet of weakness with mushroom clouds in hand