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
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