I've got a cupboard with cans of food
Filtered water and pictures of you
And I'm not coming out until this is all over.
And I'm looking through the glass
Where the light bends at the cracks
And I'm screamin' at the top of my lungs
Pretending the echoes belong to someone
Someone, someone I used to know.
And we become, silhouettes when our bodies finally go.
I want to walk through the empty streets
With 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 allow our insides in
And that's when, that's when, we'll explode
And it won't be a pretty sight.
And we become, silhouettes when our bodies finally go
