We're just surrounded, conscience is throbbing They can't sleep at night, hold their pillows tight Caught in the rivers of the tears that I cry Bound before harvest, they flock to my garden Push their way inside, I go run and hide They lit all the covers, pull me in to their set I, slimy, insuperficial Striding, they're artificial Yeah, they seem official Make it beneficial to their cause How much blood can you draw with your paws From a flesh that's not yours My hands aren't yours and All my bones, no mouthful left to keep you enthralled I guess that is the luck to draw Let all their friends in, the enemy's present They don't think too hard about your fragile heart They eat off the table that you set, so you starve Stop all your breathing, no, don't let them see you They find any way just to make you stay Maybe they want you in their pits Covered games, slimy and superficial Straining and artificial, yeah, they seem official Making it beneficial, their cause How much blood can you draw with your paws from a flesh that's not yours? My hands aren't yours, and though I'm not one There's no matter how hard to keep you in brawl I guess that is the luck to draw