Windows & Walls

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