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