You see them coming
The way they walk like drones
I can feel them
Skin as strong
I wake up
I am a product of my
Baker's plastic petrified home
As the air gets thinner
I can feel them
The way they walk like drones
I can feel them
I wake up
And now I see something
I've been wanting to feel
Don't let your way
Get me
Paper, plastic, picture
Perfect, perfect
Great, lost, body, beaten
Drug, proud of, mother
Comics, talk of, pictures
Kill them all
Do you see it?
Do you see it?
Do you see it?