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