I'm starting to crave a kalashnikov
i'm spending my pennies at your thoughts
i'm hearing them all
through windows and walls
They're pulling the feathers under my wings
they're feeding my anti-anxiety pills
they're making me ill
all of the pills
are making me ill
Twist me like your smile
so i can hide in here
safe for a while
And oh, what can you say
the colour photographs are fading away
oh, what can you do
they've got the lenses on
and staring through you