Monsters - Chad Gray

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