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