Monsters کے بول

There's nothing sacred in those parasitic ways Perhaps it's just another to make you feel like you belong I stand accused of all your insecurities Somehow your smoke and your mirros cannot hide the envy [Chorus] Monsters under the bed, under the bed, Bashing in your head, Somebody tell me, please tell me, who's got my back... You! Harsh untruths and those pathetic little digs I slit the throats of those fucking pathetic little pigs On my beach I kick the metaphoric sand I flush the toilets of weakness with mushroom clouds in hand [Chorus] Monsters under the bed, under the bed, Bashing in your head, Somebody tell me, please tell me, who's got my back, Monsters under the bed, under the bed, Bashing in your head, Somebody tell me, please tell me, who's got my back, YOU!! Stitch my throat closed Cut my smile away Sew my eyes Blind... I can still see through you (I can still see through you) I can see right through you (I can see right through you) I can still see through you (I can still see through you) I can see right through you [Chad Gray] There's nothing sacred in those parasitic ways Perhaps it's just another to make you feel like you belong [Chorus] Monsters under the bed, under the bed Bashing in your head Somebody tell me, please tell me, who's got my back Monsters under the bed, under the bed Bashing in your head Somebody tell me, please tell me, who's got my back