Bleed Red

Monsters don’t sleep under my bed
They lie inside my fucking head
Remembering the things I drank to forget
A blood-curdling hymn to make me feel at home
Does it make your skin crawl?
It’s too late for me
I look over your corpse
With a delight that's almost physical
Does it ever get any better?
It’s too late for you
Too late for me

Monsters don't sleep under my bed
They lie inside my fucking head
Remembering the things I drank to forget
The voice is asking
If you bleed red

They cut you open
To see what you’re made of

If you bleed red

A sick, sordid sin
A hunger deep within
Does it make your skin crawl?
It’s too late for me

Dark storms inside my head
Is there a shelter for my sanity?
Strike the match light the flame
It’s too late for you
Too late for me
Monsters don't sleep under my bed
They lie inside my fucking head
Remembering the things I drank to forget
The voice is asking if you bleed red
They cut you open see what you’re made of

If you bleed red

Tear them open
Leave nothing behind
Take away their everything
No trace to ever find