What Doesn't Kill You Makes a Monster

(to the tune of 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger')

Under the bed is horror,

Lurking here, alone.

And while you dream in color,

Your flesh is what I want.

You think you've got best of me,

But I'll have the last laugh,

Once you realize that all of your limbs are gone!

'Think that I'm now dead and done,

Think I won't come lurking back!

Child, you don't know me 'cuz you're dead wrong!

What doesn't kill you makes a monster!

Slink a little lower!

Doesn't mean it's finished, cuz I'm gone!

What doesn't kill you makes you bolder,

Sharp teeth even sharper!

Doesn't mean you're safe now, all alone!

You heard that I was starting over with a victim, new...

You heard their scream in the night and was glad it wasn't you.

You didn't think that I'd come back-

I'd come back prowling.

You tried to lose me but you see;

What doesn't kill you makes a monster,

Slink a little lower.
Doesn't mean it's finished, cuz I'm gone!
What doesn't kill you makes you bolder,
Sharp teeth even sharper!
Doesn't mean you're safe now, all alone.

I've got the taste of flesh!

What doesn't kill you makes you bolder,

Sharp teeth even sharper,

Doesn't mean it's finished, cuz I'm gone...

Because I'm gone...