All the good monsters open their eyes

To see the wasteland where the home fires rise

And the people shouting, "Why, why, why"



Do you know what you are?

Do you know what you are?



All the giants wake from their sleep

And roll outside of safety's keep

And the pain makes them feel so alive



Do you know what you are; do you know what you are?

We are bored of all the things we know

Do you know what you are; do you know what you are?



Not all monsters are bad

But the ones who are good

Never do what they could, never do what they could



All the good monsters rattle their chains

And dance around the open flames

They make a lot of empty noise



While all of the bright eyes turn away

As if there wasn't anything to say

About the justice and the mystery



Do you know what you are?

Do you know what you are?

We are bored of all the things that we know

And we are forms of everything we love, we love..



If good won't show its ugly face,

Evil won't you take your place?

Nothing ever changes, nothing ever changes

By itself



We are bored of all the things that we know

Do you know what you are?

Because we are so in love with ourselves



We are forms of all the things we love.