What makes you the monster that you are
As I lay here on the carpeted floor in my apartment
I can't help but wonder
All of the yelling and the screaming at The top of your lungs must make the Little girl feel terrified
The little girl in you cripples the little girl that is she
And I lay here wanting to dive through The plastered painted wall
To snatch you through it
While Miles Davis' little one blasts Through my phone
The sleeping giant awakes