This sings my suicide.

Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just began to form crop circles in the carpet, Sinking... Feeling...
Spin me 'round again and rub my eyes;
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy

Hide and Seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years;
They were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

Hide and Seek
Trains and sewing machines (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears (huh) they were here first.

Mm what you say
Oh that you only meant well, well of course you did
Mm what you say
Mm that it's all for the best, of course it is
Mm what you say
Hmm that it's just what we need, you decided this (we, you)
Mm what you say
Hmm what did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs (paper word cut outs)
Speak no feeling no I don't believe you (I don't buy it)
You don't care a bit you don't care a bit

You don't care a bit (Hide and Seek)
You don't care a bit, no
You don't care a bit
Mm, no, you don't care a bit
You don't care a bit
You don't care a bit