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[Verse]
High pitch treble monster
Floating in the air
Digging in my ears
Low pitch bass monster
Hiding in the back
The corner of the room he's in
Is all black
High pitch treble monster
-my eyes
Pokes -my eyes
Low pitch bass monster
Telling me what to do
I can't see him but
He's telling me what to do
High pitch treble monster
Lives in the woods
Spins around and cuts trees down
In the woods
Low pitch bass monster
Lives in a rotten stump
Only comes out dark at night
Telling me what to do
High pitch treble monster
Lives in puke
Stings my tummy and my eyes
Pokes me with needles too
Low pitch bass monster
Lives inside of the books
Nobody really knows
Exactly how he looks
High pitch treble monster
Right in front of my face
Poking me with needles
And winning every race
Low pitch travel monster's going pretty slow
(stutters) Bi- big
Like a bomb
Low
High pitch treble monster
Digs in everyone's ear
Feeds off everyone's fear
Different shaped soundwaves wiggle all around
*wheew!*