You find yourself in the bottom of a well
Blasting apart your terrestrial shell
Take a close look as they stare at you now
Nowhere in a book, but they're going to avow
Bodies close in - you can see your demise
There's hunger and hate in their bloodshot eyes
Your limbs freeze up - there's a weight on your chest
It all goes dark and you take a long rest
There's no reason to avoid it - we're different, oh
Eyes lock on as you enter aether
May as well give them a show
Paint me on the cover of your book
I'm a magazine where they'd never dare to look
White fingers grab eye sockets and bone
You're a worn out shell I'm an overtone
Fated to die, I can understand why
I'm an alien - I fell from the sky
Hide in your castle white walls and clay
I'll break them down, then I'll fly away