Deep below my hometown

Lies a city of veins

Darkness flows through them

It rushes the gates

Little monster hiding away

Telling lies to my face

Just to get attention

Just to get its own way

Spinning tales on the web with silk

While gathering flies

To hang them up like criminal filth

Hangs 'em up like a prize

Like a cigarette butt

It burns your lips

It makes your heart turn yellow

It makes you sick

Not the monster from under your bed

Running with the dogs but the dogs don't see red

Some say some friend of mine

Monster, big scare, nightmare withered on the vine

I don't find it easy

Doesn't mean it's bad

If I close my eyes and say goodbye to a life that I once had

I can feel the dust around me

Like a snowfield in the spring

Just because you can't see it

Doesn't mean it's not got in

Little monster follows me even when I can't be found

Truth is I'd lose myself, so it stops hanging 'round

Not the monster from under your bed

Running with the dogs but the dogs don't see red

Some say some friend of mine

Monster, big scare, nightmare withered on the vine

Bitter is one thing I won't be

Hard when you wake from a dream

Some people make it look easy

But there's only parts that I see

There's only parts that I see