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



Yeah



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



Yeah, Yeah



(Chad singing)

Stitch my throat closed

Cut my smile wide

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)



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



[Song features Chad Gray from Mudvayne]