Jars Of Clay

All the good monsters open their eyes,
to see the wasteland where the home fires rise,
and the people shouting why, why, why...
Do you know what you are?
Do you know what you are?
All of the giants wake from their sleep,
and roll outside of safety's keep,
and the pain makes them feel so alive
Do you know what you are?
Do you know what you are?
And we are bored of all the things we know
Do you know what you are?
Do you know what you are?
Not all monsters are bad, but the ones who are good
never do what they could, never do what they could
All the good monsters rattle their chains,
And dance around the open flames,