They never speak around me like statues, but moving
Become flesh and blunt words
Once I'm done catching glimpse of them
Do they break their cover?
They will invade
A lot of them are already here...
At gun clubs and chat rooms and sites on the dark web
They plan things; I know it
I'll lurk if I feel safe
Still reading terrible things
That should be from another country
With a terrible past
They say they only need 3%
They will invade
A lot of them are already here
And we just don't know who they are yet
Or some of us know someone maybe
They could be next door or across the street
Polishing their guns and feeling their notches
Or imagining what it'll feel like
To carve in their first of many notches
The enemy can be anywhere
Anywhere in a matter of hours
Without grenades, without grenades
And landmines in the front yard
And underneath the back deck
A line of heads on spikes
It's insane to be unarmed, my darling
It's insane to be unarmed, my darling
Yet here we are unarmed