I've got a cupboard with cans of food,
Filtered water and pictures of you,
And I'm not comin' out until this is all over.
And I'm looking through the glass,
Where the light bends at the cracks,
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
Pretending the echoes belong
To someone
Someone I used to know
And we become
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go (oh-oh-oh)
I wanna walk through the empty streets
Feel something constant under my feet
But all the news reports recommended I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make
Our cells divide at an alarming rate
'Til our shells simply cannot hold our insides in
That's when (that's when)
That's when we'll explode
And it won't be a pretty sight!
And we'll become (ohh)
Silhouettes when our bodies finally go!

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