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 be.d
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 see.
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.