They're out to get me,
They're coming for me,
The ones I can't hide from,
The ones I can't see.
Oh how will they find me,
Oh how will they know,
That I'm trapped inside,
Oh heavens, oh no.
Six billion of them,
Solitary I,
The odds are against me,
Conclusion is nigh,
And waiting and quaking,
And fantasies making,
And my mind is breaking,
A catalyst shaking,
The pain that's been aching,
Or have they been faking,
For long?
They're out to get me.
So long!
So long.