Lady at the station knows my name
But she's not there behind her counter yet
I gotta talk to someone else today
And I don't care about a word they say
It's hard to see the pattern of this place
You can't rely upon it to feel safe
And no one who works here can ever say
That what they like about it is empty space
Are you not what I worry 'bout?
Not
Are you my enemy?
My
Are you not what I worry 'bout?
Not
Are you my enemy?
My
Are you not what I worry 'bout?
Are you my enemy?
Are you not what I worry 'bout?
Are you my enemy?
The dark identifies an open space
It puts some light upon it to field change
It can't go on much farther than that date
It keeps you locked inside it and feeling hate
The name is not the name you have to say
You followed every order, but nothing came
And no one who works here will ever say
That they rely upon it to feel safe
Are you not what I worry 'bout?
Not
Are you my enemy?
My
Are you not what I worry 'bout?
Not
Are you my enemy?
My
Are you not what I worry 'bout?
Are you my enemy?
Are you not what I worry 'bout?
Are you my enemy?
You're moving on from, moving on from
You're moving on from me
You're moving on from, moving on from
You're moving on from me
You're moving on from, moving on from
You're moving on from me
You're moving on from, moving on from
You're moving on from me
