You've been keeping your distance   Infected as I am   I'll come wounded and careless   Crawling back to you   Crumbling down under spotlights   For I am weak like you   Scent of placenta   We're heading back to the source      The houselights fade out   A perfect warm death   The worms have crawled in   And made us who we are      Radio out   Dancing to a silent tune   Stand up and shout   For all we are is innocent   Turn the lights out   This could be the final hour   And we're on time      I see hundreds of faces   Staring back at me   An armory of human shields   To protect me from the truth   The truth as I never told it   For I'm a liar like you   Nothing quite like a transplant   To erase the past      Tie your blindfold   This could be the final hour   And we all count.