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No one will see, that no one is safe
And no one's coming home
Admit lies and races
No one's gonna call
And you believe just standing there
A way to help them all
You can't deny the only infliction that crawls out from the door
All your pressures
They look fool
Go ahead and leave the light on
But the dream comes a little overruled
And the nightmare that leaves you holding your sheets
Shivering like a little damn worm
Zero have
Your mind unconscious
Alcohol of the world
Let me in, no one can see
That no one is coming home
You might as well just turn the light off and let it come on to you
Cause even obsessed
And no one comes
That's all the rest of you
I know it hurts
It always calls
They do
Cause it's gone
You might as well look down
Leaving my little will take it
Brush it's light on you anyhow
You can leave it, need it, never tease it
I recognize it in a front
When it comes they only exist
To the one who fakes it all
There you run down the hall
There's no one home
You need the light
Against the wall
And when it hurts
It needs some more
Cause when it's right
The answer calls
I need some give or take
It leaves me shaking in my sheets
I'm sweating a little too free
Might as well just make it simple and
Nothing's gonna come around
And you just go back lay your head down
I'm sure everything will be just fine
There you run down the hall
There's no one home
You're screaming there
Against the wall
It frightens me
To feel it all
The death will come
You can't outrun
There's no one coming home
And even when it lies it does
There's no one gonna call
You might as well leave me there
What else would it be
It lies again
I'll never go back
I might just come and take a tap
Monsters was written by Mia Zapata & Andy Kessler.
Monsters was produced by Ben London & The Gits.