Monsters aren’t under your bed
They are inside your head
Creepin’ on in
Before you’re noticin’
So small you can’t see
Smaller than a flea
As they begin to grow
That is when you know
Twisting what you think
To make you start to sink
Bringing you to the dark
Always making its mark
So don’t look under the bed
For they are just in your head
Writing In The Deep 