Bleed Red - The Five Hundred

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