Monsters

Lie awake, lately, I just can't sleep
I'm counting backwards under my breath
Pitch black, can't see, can't help but think
That if monsters can get onto the bed

Then what's up with all of these voices?
How'd they get inside my head?
And how come whenever it's dark it's the loudest that it ever gets?
I guess I don't make all the rules, but
Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel
That monsters are real

Late nights, lately
I've been keeping my thoughts real clean
One eye open as I dream
Flat back, bent knees
Headphones on for some peace, but
I'm ready to run if I need

I can't run from all of these voices
How'd they get inside my head?
And how come whenever it's dark it's the loudest that it ever gets?
I guess I don't make all the rules, but
Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel
That monsters are real

What's up with all of these—
What's up with all of these—
How'd they get inside my head?
What's up with all of these—
What's up with all of these voices?

So what's up with all of these voices?
How'd they get inside my head?
And how come whenever it's dark it's the loudest that it ever gets?
I guess I don't make all the rules, but
Nothing I do seems to fix the way that I feel
That monsters are real
The way that I feel
That monsters are real