We’re the monsters under your bed! v4

2020s revival glam-rock with raw garage-band energy and modern punch. Overdriven single-coil electric guitars with biting midrange bite and bluesy bent riffs, a thick fuzz-edged bassline carrying the main hook, and live-sounding drums with a heavy floor-tom stomp, cracking backbeat snare and loose open hi-hats around 120-140 BPM. Slightly gritty analog-leaning mix, roomy reverb on drums, tight low-mid saturation, dynamic quiet-verse to explosive-chorus builds. A charismatic androgynous baritone

[Intro — fast, driving drumbeat, low guitar riff] [Verse 1] The moon is cracked and bleeding red, The graveyard whispers, “You’re already dead.” I hear the worms begin to sing, A lullaby for the damned and the lost thing. My boots are heavy, caked in mud and ash, I’ve got a curse that never lets me crash. [Chorus] We’re the monsters under your bed! We’ll tear the walls down and break every thread! No cross can save you, no prayer can hide, We’re riding the storm from the other side! [Verse 2] They burned the old church down last night, But the shadows still pray in the dying light. The priest is gone, the bell is cracked, And every scream is a note we’ve mapped. I wear my sins like a coat of thorns, Tonight we’ll dance till the dawn is torn. [Chorus] We’re the monsters under your bed! We’ll tear the walls down and break every thread! No cross can save you, no prayer can hide, We’re riding the storm from the other side! [Bridge — slower, heavy bass, eerie guitar slide] Tick-tock, the clock is wrong, Time is just a ghostly song. Blood on the pages, ink turns black, There’s no way back, there’s no turning back… [Guitar solo — fast, aggressive, with a spooky melody] [Verse 3] The fog rolls in like a shroud of lies, Every shadow has a pair of hungry eyes. You thought you locked the door, you thought you were safe, But we’ve been waiting in the cracks of your faith. Laugh if you want, scream if you must, This nightmare’s real, and it’s built to last. [Chorus] We’re the monsters under your bed! We’ll tear the walls down and break every thread! No cross can save you, no prayer can hide, We’re riding the storm from the other side! [Outro — fading drums, distant laughter, final heavy chord] From the other side… From the other side… We never die.