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The Watcher
My scarf is trying to kill me
It was up around my neck,
I’m sure the bird is watching me
I have to watch my step.
I have to sleep now baby
It’s best that you go home,
There are people in the walls
They wont leave us alone.
Make sure you sweep the corridor
The dust will come to life,
It’s going to jump straight down your throat
If it thinks that you’re my wife.
My wife and all my friends will say
That I’m not myself,
But their minds are not their own right now
Their brains are on the shelf.
Sliced thinly and covered in ink
You’ll think their brains are pages,
Their skin turned into book covers
I’ve known the truth for ages.
I’ve locked all of the windows
And I’ve swallowed all the keys
There’s no way that the Watcher
Is getting through to me.
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