Monsters make their homes inside my head Picking fights Waging wars Protesting with their picket signs Every time it seems like Happiness is winning the battle.
They are evil little beings I like to think of them as puke green Because they make me want to *****. The tribe leader's name is Bulimia Following behind her are Self harm, Depression and Anxiety
They are fed by their environment If death abounds, they are triumphant ****** assault sounds the trumpets And difficult conversations Cause their grimy little hearts to flutter
It's funny how we grow up being scared of monsters Little kids think they're under the bed Or that they're a whole other species It's a shame that these demons Are really just a part of us. So what are we so afraid of? *Facing ourselves.