Monsters
High-pitched Treble Monster
Floating in the air, digging in my ears.
Low-pitch Bass Monster,
Hiding in the back corner of the room,
He's in all black.
High-pitched Treble Monster
Pokes my eyes, pokes my eyes.
Low-pitch Bass Monster telling me what to do,
I can't see him, but he's telling me what to do.
High-pitched Treble Monster lives in the woods,
Spinning around and cuts trees down, in the woods.
Low-pitch Bass Monster lives in a rotten stump,
Only comes out dark at night telling me what to do.
High-pitched Treble Monster lives in puke,
Stings my tummy and my eyes, (pokes me with needles too)
Low-pitch Bass Monster lives inside of the books,
Nobody really knows exactly how he looks.
High-pitched Treble Monster right in front of my face,
Poking me with needles and winning every race.
Low-pitch Bass Monster is going pretty slow, big like a bomb.
High-pitched Treble Monster digs in everyone's ear,
Feeds off everyone's fear.
Their friend's shape, sound waves,
Wiggle all around
Monstros
Monstro Agudo
Flutuando no ar, cavando nos meus ouvidos.
Monstro Grave,
Escondido no canto de trás da sala,
Ele tá todo de preto.
Monstro Agudo
Cutuca meus olhos, cutuca meus olhos.
Monstro Grave me dizendo o que fazer,
Não consigo vê-lo, mas ele me diz o que fazer.
Monstro Agudo vive na floresta,
Rodopiando e derrubando árvores, na floresta.
Monstro Grave vive em um tronco podre,
Só aparece de noite, me dizendo o que fazer.
Monstro Agudo vive em vômito,
Fere minha barriga e meus olhos, (me cutuca com agulhas também)
Monstro Grave vive dentro dos livros,
Ninguém realmente sabe como ele é.
Monstro Agudo bem na minha frente,
Me cutucando com agulhas e ganhando todas as corridas.
Monstro Grave tá indo bem devagar, grande como uma bomba.
Monstro Agudo cava no ouvido de todo mundo,
Se alimenta do medo de todo mundo.
A forma dos amigos, ondas sonoras,
Se contorcem por aí.