This house is a machine, that i dont understand Just live inside it, and hope it wont kill me Wires and windows, lighting and concrete And piles of blueprints, built on monuments and seeds Someone I've never met, built where I put my bed And that scares me to death There are corners of the room, I've never been to They could house anything, like currents or symmetry Every exit is an entrance, and all the clocks are wrong If I could say that all these things make me afraid, of everything