Album: Cul-De-Sac
Is nothing sacred in these 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 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 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
I can see right through you
Is nothing sacred in these parasitic ways
Perhaps it's 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