Lyrics Monsters - Hollywood Undead, Killstation

Monsters

All these monsters are real
All these monsters are real, it wasn’t in my head
All these monsters are real
They’re underneath my bed, yeah
All these monsters are real
All these monsters are real, it wasn’t in my head
All these monsters are real
They’re underneath my bed, yeah
Cemetery walls in Glassell Park
Some people die before it gets dark
Down on Drew Street, they’ll test your heart
You better test back or they’ll rip you apart
How do you escape a voice in the next room?
Show me a home, I’ll show you a tomb
A dead memory to a dead melody
Is that what you’re selling me?
Your picket fence dream?
No innocence lost, no innocence gone
No one’s innocent, it was you all along
Nothing washes it away, no such thing as better days
Not a single story, I’d tell a single soul
A long goodbye, I guess that’s how it goes
The monsters are real, and everybody knows
That under the bed, the monsters will show