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