I don’t need Mr. Myers around me
I'm my own monster
I'm my own amphetamine
In my head every day is Halloween
In my possession
Always full of morphine

Be careful what you wish for
There might be something waiting for you behind the door
Beware the dead of night
You can become a monster and kill yourself inside

You already know we have a monster inside of us
Everyone wants to hide the obvious
They pretend everything’s fine
But we all know anything’s fine

Be careful what you wish for
There might be something waiting for you behind the door
Beware the dead of night
You can become a monster and kill yourself inside