The mouths move but I can't hear them The voices sound like televisions when they're tuned to snow And I'm wondering just what they know They can't sleep they have no eye lids Their bodies hung just like our heaters in the microwaves But their heads turn They'll be watching you
This is not a joke my boy They're not something we understand Don't think they live the way we do They can spend but it's not because they tell them to Don't breath or drink anything They say they don't need things that we still need Now I'm wandering just what that means
They don't sleep they have no eyelids I hear them moving near my window when I'm down for bed I think they're after what's inside my head I can't think the wheels keep spinning There's more of this that I can I'm not sure what they need But my hands are tied There is nothing much that I can do This is not a joke my boy They're not like those parts are missing
There's no hearts but inside their chest Don't feel the laugh or regret Don't know just what it means to lose some things that you cannot get back Now I care to find what they lack
Oh, they'll come for our heads They'll come for our heads Oh, they'll come for our heads They'll come for
I heard a knock on the door But there was no answer I peaked through the crack And the hand pulled me through They dragged me outside then You tried to stop them There were too many You did what you could