Look under your bed child;
Check for monsters;
The monster is near;
Killing your soul;
Your soul full of greed and hate;
It will kill you soon;
You can't survive the monster in the shadows;
Shaken with fear;
You hide under the covers;
The monster is right there;
Waiting for the kill.
Children scream and piss the bed;
Mother comes and shakes her head;
Not believing that the monster is there;
Tormenting your soul;
The monster will kill anyone that gets in it's way;
Even though it only wants you.
Look for a way out child;
Hell's spawn is all around;
The monster can taste your blood even before it bites;
The monster will bite.
The monster is going for the kill;
It Bites;
You like all other children will be no more.
So look under your bed my child;
The monster is there.