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