Mental* monsters that rule our minds. They whisper, taunt, and cry. Never leaving a moment of peace in ourselves. We put our happy thoughts up on a shelf. Protection. In hopes of resurrection. Mental monsters turn to silver. Hard cold and clever. Step on one and she will show you. Now she's all you'll listen to. Take another in your hands. Give him a stage so he can dance.
He'll leave reminders of the metal monsters everywhere...

And now we're all scared.