| Now there is no room for doubt | 
| You chew it up and spit it out | 
| And you even start to think | 
| You know what you’re about | 
| Then it comes out of nowhere | 
| And it pins you to the floor | 
| It’s a defeaning roar | 
| And you cannot be sure | 
| If it’s the monster under your bed | 
| Or the voices in your head | 
| Screaming like that | 
| 'cause you thought the voices were dead | 
| That the monster had left with your old single bed | 
| Now there is no time to waste | 
| You’re getting older every day | 
| But you take another look | 
| And you’re fifteen again | 
| And you’re so scared of everyone | 
| Unless they’re uglier than you | 
| And you’re ashamed of what you’re up to And you cannot be sure | 
| If it’s the monster under your bed | 
| Or the voices in your head | 
| Screaming like that | 
| 'cause you thought that the voices were dead | 
| That the monster had left with your old single bed | 
| And now it’s so far so good | 
| So why do I feel no different? | 
| Give me a reason | 
| It’s always one step forward and two steps back | 
| I can’t help it I obey, I obey, I obey | 
| I obey that old monster anyway | 
| Now I think he was your friend once | 
| You needed him I guess | 
| Needed his protection | 
| Nut now he is your hindrance | 
| He is the one who stops you | 
| From saying how you feel | 
| And cover up what’s real | 
| And you cannot be sure | 
| If it’s the monster under your bed | 
| Or the voices in your head | 
| Screaming like that | 
| 'cause you thought that the voices were dead | 
| That the monster had left with your old single bed | 
| And now it’s so far so good | 
| So why do I feel no different? | 
| Give me a reason | 
| It’s always one step forward and two steps back | 
| I can’t help it I obey that old monster anyway |