The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
V Shape Mind 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 Who’s got my back Harsh untruths and those pathetic little digs I slit the throats of all those f..cking 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
