Their 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 hum just like our heaters and our microwaves
But their heads turn
I can tell that they've been watching you
This is not a joke, my boy
They're not something we understand
Don't think they live the way we do
Their fingers bend but it's not because they tell them to
They don't breath or drink anything
They say they don't need things that we still need
Now I'm wondering just what that means
They don't sleep they have no eyelids
I hear them moving near my window when I'm down for bed
I think they're after what's inside my head
I can't think, the wheels keep spinning
There's more to this than 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 us, parts are missing
There's no hearts or blood inside their chests
Don't feel, or laugh,or hate, or regret
They 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 a hand pulled me through
They dragged me outside then
You tried to stop them
There were too many
You did what you could