Monsters

Lie awake, lately, I just can't sleep I'm counting backwards under my breath Pitch black, can't see, can't help but think That if monsters can't get onto the bed Then what's up with all of these voices? How'd they get inside my head? And how come whenever it's dark it's the loudest that it ever gets? I guess I don't make all the rules, but Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel That monsters are real Late nights, lately I've been keeping my thoughts real clean One eye open as I dream Flat back, bent knees Headphones on for some peace, but I'm ready to run if I need But I can't run from all of these voices How'd they get inside my head? And how come whenever it's dark it's the loudest that it ever gets? I guess I don't make all the rules, but Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel That monsters are real What's up with all of these— What's up with all of these— How'd they get inside my head? What's up with all of these— What's up with all of these voices? So what's up with all of these voices? How'd they get inside my head? And how come whenever it's dark it's the loudest that it ever gets? I guess I don't make all the rules, but Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel That monsters are real The way that I feel That monsters are real