Lyrics:

Ooh

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
And oh, what can you do
They've got the lenses on
And staring through you