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