| Their mouths move but I can’t hear them | 
| Their voices sound like televisions when we tune to snow | 
| And I’m wonderin' just what they know | 
| They can’t sleep they have no eyelids | 
| Their bodies hum just like our heaters in our microwaves | 
| But their heads turn | 
| I can tell that they watch you | 
| This is not a joke my boy | 
| They’re not something we understand | 
| Don’t think or live the way we do | 
| Their fingers bend but it’s not because they tell them to | 
| Don’t breath or drink anything | 
| They say they don’t need things that we still need | 
| And now I’m wonderin' 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 spinnin' | 
| There’s more to this that 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 chest | 
| Don’t feel a laugh, fresh hate, or regret | 
| Don’t know just what it means to lose some things that you cannot get back | 
| Now I’m terrified of what they lack | 
| Ooh, they’ll come for our heads | 
| They’ll come for our heads | 
| Ooh, 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 there | 
| You tried to stop them | 
| There were too many | 
| You did what you could |