Their mouths move but I can't hear themnTheir voices sound like televisions when they're tuned to snownAnd I'm wondering just what they knownThey can't sleep, they have no eye lidsnTheir bodies hum just like our heaters in the microwavesnBut their heads turn, and they'll be watching younnAnd this is not a joke my boynThey're not something we understandnnThey don't think or live the way we do nTheir finger's bend, but it's not because they tell them tonThey don't breathe or drink anythingnThey say they don't need things that we still neednAnd now I'm wondering just what that meansnnThey don't sleep, they have no eyelidsnI hear them moving near my window when I'm down for bednI think they're after what's inside my headnI can't think, the wheels keep spinningnThere's more of this than I can see, I'm not sure what they neednBut my hands are tied, there's nothing much that I can donnAnd this is not a joke my boynThey're not like us, parts are missingnnThere's no hearts or blood inside their chestnThey don't feel, or laugh, no shame, or regretnDon't know just what it meansnTo lose some things that you cannot get backnAnd now I'm terrified of what they lacknnOh, they'll come for our headsnThey'll come for our headsnOh, they'll come for our headsnThey'll come for...nnI heard a knock on the doornBut there was no answer nI peaked through the cracknAnd the hand pulled me throughnnThey dragged me outside thennAnd you tried to stop themnBut there were too manynYou did what you could