Look out your window baby what do you see?
A thousand people with their skin as silver as can be
Come to take identity
We must bathe those without veins in blood
And circuits cannot be a heart and thus we must give ours to them
Become what you must become, and run wherever you run
That's not nice
And you could never be harmless, and you could never be
The lovers of the world are captives of sand
It falls through fingers and the moment you close your hand, there comes a great demand
You know in time you'll have to take on the fear
Poisons your heart and steals whatever circuits cannot be
Become what you must become, and run wherever you run
That's not nice
And you should never be harmless, and you could never be pure
Some advice