When the stars don't look quite right
Slowly crawling over my skin
I've been howling at a hollow Moon
There's something burning in the
Empty room inside of my head
There's too many monsters in the backyard
Is this a bunker or a shallow grave?
Holding onto the shovel and rope
Finding bones, finding ghosts
There's too many monsters in the backyard
Did I make the demons in it?
Set 'em free from my head
Did I make the demons in it?
Did I make the demons in it?
Set 'em free from my head
Did I make the demons in it?
Did I make the demons in it?
Set 'em free from my head
Did I make the demons in it?
