Monsters - Hollywood Undead, Killstation

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