You've been keeping your distance

Infected as I am

I'll come wounded and careless

Crawling back to you

Crumbling down under spotlights

For I am weak like you

Scent of placenta

We're heading back to the source



The houselights fade out

A perfect warm death

The worms have crawled in

And made us who we are



Radio out

Dancing to a silent tune

Stand up and shout

For all we are is innocent

Turn the lights out

This could be the final hour

And we're on time



I see hundreds of faces

Staring back at me

An armory of human shields

To protect me from the truth

The truth as I never told it

For I'm a liar like you

Nothing quite like a transplant

To erase the past



Tie your blindfold

This could be the final hour

And we all count.