Lyric Controller

There s someone knockin on my door
There s someone knockin on my door
I think they re looking for me
I think they re looking for me
Pretend there ain t nobody home
Don t make a sound, don t even move
Don t give them nothing to see
I think they re looking for me

I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run

There s someone crawling in my yard
There s someone creeping on my roof
There s someone tapping my phone
I feel it deep in my bones
They want to probe my intuition
They want to find out what I know
Why don t they leave me alone
Why don t they leave me alone

I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
Might be the catcher
Or the controller
Can t be too careful
I take precautions
They re very clever
I got to run

Faceless surgeons armed with razors
Cut out our imagination

(Repeat first verse)

(repeat chorus)

Faceless surgeons armed with razors
Cut out our imagination
It s a strange thing
Deadly reason
Razors cut with such precision
Probing deep without detection
Razors never lie
But it s all right

I think they re looking for me
I think they re looking for me
I think they re looking for me
I think they re looking for meeeeeeeeeee