I look up and the camera eye is

Searching my room

The tv screen is calling me

But for what or whom

Please mister do be careful

I'm so fragile

Maybe they'll let me down

To speedy's place for a while



Oh well that's too bad

Oh well that's too bad

Oh well that's too bad

Oh well that's too bad



I talk a lot, a sign of fear

I thought you should know

I can see pictures of me well

They're so-so

I'll come on to the leader

Like i'm some hero

He'll laugh and raise his dying eyes

And just tell me to go



1920 flashbacks for an hour or more

Of crazy actors hiding

In the doorways top floor

Machines scream in anger

From a thousand dead ends

I turn my face, i crawl away,

I look for a friend




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