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
 Cut you open
 See what you're made of
 Cut you open
 See what you're made of
 If you bleed red
 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
 To see what you're made of
 If you bleed red
 If you bleed red
 If you bleed red
 If you bleed red
 Tear them open
 Leave nothing behind
 Take away their everything
 No trace to ever find
 Tear them open
 Leave nothing behind
 Take away their everything
 No trace to ever find