I lay in bed and in my head
There's work that must be done
There are flies to kill and blood to spill
And webs that must be spun
Change your face, your name, your number
Bolt your doors and lock your windows
This city creeps with sacrificial sheep
Well I thought of grace for mercy's sake
Change your face, your name, your number
Bolt your doors and lock your windows
Hold your breath, I still can hear you
Fake your death, I?m always near you
Somewhere in there, my clouded brain
You may not wake up (you can't hide)
You'll never wake up (you can't hide)
You'll never wake up (I'll always be there)
They'll find you face up (what's left of you there?)
