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