When I get old, If I get by
There might be holes in my spine
Something in the air, got into me
There's nothing there, a chest that's bare
Something incomplete

Do you need something to be?
Do you have nothing to see?

When I get out, I'll feel so thin
Because a human isn't human in its skin
Does it need blood, does it need glass?
Give them pills, white pills in cups to make them last

Do you need something to be?
Do you have nothing to see?