They were scared of the dark
And the monsters under the bed.
I guess they all forgot
Real monsters live in your head.
They come out to play
When the sun sets in your eyes.
The skin you wear
Is just a tricky disguise.
Inside you're green
And your claws are large.
Your sweet voice is gone,
Becoming the sound of a battle charge.
So don't light a match,
We don't even need a spark.
Just turn the lights off,
The truth comes out in the dark.