Monsters lurking under my bed , or are they just in my head?
Whispering things best left unsaid.
Strange noises under my window ledge.
Nothing to do now but beg./

Mankind what a waste
so full of hate
I can't belive the destruction we bring
our souls so unclean
don't be mean it's not attractive
it's to full of the evil men bring
wherever they are
to whoever they meet
let's not compete

Monsters you say, I say men, not in your head
they are like bullets, in a gun, like lead
under your window they plot your life.
You can beg, but you can't talk to a knife.

Waste of a life
was this your fate?
We bring destruction, yet we sing
what souls, like animals just empty holes
It's either mean, or dead
your full of evil, just like the rest of us undead
you know who we are
you know who we meet
we already won, that's why we don't compete

Your just like us, but you pretend and hide
the only way to scare a monster, is to become one inside
your heart may cry, but you would kill before you die
Your mankind, welcome to this day and time!

Good write!

Yes indeed, a very good write