You see them coming
The way they walk like drones
I can feel them
Skin as stone
I wake up
I am a product of my paper, plastic, petrified home
As the air gets thinner
We will end up alone
I think of you now, I see you softly
[?]
Wrap your weight around me
I feel it escalate
Like you're [?], I'd like to emulate
I think of it now, I see you softly
[?]
Wrap your weight around
Meeeeeeeeeee!!!
Paper, plastic, picture perfect
Grey walls, body beaten
Drug problem, mother convict
Talking pictures kill them all
Do you see it?
Do you see it?
