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