I've got a cupboard with cans of foodFiltered water, and pictures of youAnd I'm not coming out until this is all overAnd I'm looking through the glassWhere the light bends at the cracksAnd I'm screaming at the top of my lungsPretending the echoes belong to someone(Do Do, Do Do, Do Do)Someone I used to knowAnd we becomeSilhouettes when our bodies finally goI wanted to walk through the empty streetsAnd feel something constant under my feetBut all the news reports recommended that I stay indoorsBecause the air outside will makeOur cells divide at an alarming rateUntil our shells simply cannot holdAll our insides inAnd that's when we'll explode(And it won't be a pretty sight)And we'll become silhouettesWhen our bodies finally go(Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba)And we'll become(And we'll become)Silhouettes when our bodies finally go(Ba Ba Ba Ba)And we'll become(And we'll become)((And we'll become))Silhouettes when our bodies finally go(Ba Ba Ba Ba)And we'll become(And we'll become)((And we'll become))Silhouettes when our bodies finally go(And we'll become)((And we'll become))(And we'll become)((And we'll become))