They always lock their doors at night
Under covers they all want to hide
Never take the chance to see what's outside
All we want is freedom to be known
Instead of chased out of our homes
Our reputations keep us alone
But we still hope you'll see
We're more than stories for Halloween
We are the ones under your bed
We are the frights inside your head
But don't monsters have a soul
And although some of us are dead
If they'd just listen to what we said
We wouldn't always have to go
In the shadows always wearing masks
Too ashamed to admit to our pasts
Always labeled and we're stuck as outcasts
But take a chance and talk to me
I'll show you there's no reason to scream
We don't have always to haunt dreams
And we still hope you'll see
We're more than stories for Halloween
We are the ones under your bed
We are the frights inside your head
But don't monsters have a soul
And although some of us are dead
If they'd just listen to what we said
We wouldn't always have to go
We are the monsters
Sons and daughters
We can be stronger
Together
We are the monsters
Crazy doctors
Flying saucers
Together