I live inside four walls

hiding out from the carnivores

where my memories keep me warm

I live inside four walls

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But its your skin that I need

and some human travesty

pure tactility to wrap around me

its your skin that I need 

pure and obscene

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love is for the birds

and in time you will only feel worse

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they're watching me stalking me

talk to me through your bias screens

all I can know is what I can see

they're watching me they're watching me

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will is for the birds

and soon you fall back with the herd

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down the street hear the sterile chants of mindless mobs

blaring through the childrens home are falling bombs

clutch your hand and don't let go

break through down the backstreet corridor

and you know you're alive 

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