Talking Pictures

You see them coming

The way they walk like drones

I can feel them

Skin and stone

I wake up

I am a product of my paper, plastic, petrified home

As the air gets thinner

We will end up alone

I think of you, now I see you softly

And you're only thinking I'll wrap your weight around you

I feel it escalate

Like a bellyaching

I like to emulate

I think of you, now I see you softly

And you're only thinking I'll wrap your weight around, NO

Paper, plastic, picture perfect

Gray walls, body eaten

Drug problem, mother complex

Talking pictures kill them all

Do you see it?

Do you see it?