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