In a dead museum where all the animals live
With no feelings but their skins
I walked the corridors and pushed my lips
Against the ceilings slithering

I laid with no one around
I laid with no one around

Around my shoulders is where my conscience sits
But not much infiltrates
The cut is sharp, but skin is thick

I slept with no one around
I slept with no one around
Yeah I slept with no one around
I slept with no one around

I played with no one around
I played with no one around