The mouths move but I can't hear them   The voices sound like televisions when they're tuned to snow   And I'm wondering just what they know   They can't sleep they have no eye lids   Their bodies hung just like our heaters in the microwaves   But their heads turn   They'll be watching you      This is not a joke my boy   They're not something we understand   Don't think they live the way we do    They can spend 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   Now I'm wandering 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 spinning   There's more of this that I can 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 those parts are missing      There's no hearts but inside their chest   Don't feel the laugh or regret   Don't know just what it means to lose some things that you cannot get back   Now I care to find what they lack      Oh, they'll come for our heads   They'll come for our heads   Oh, 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 the hand pulled me through   They dragged me outside then   You tried to stop them   There were too many   You did what you could