This is my hand, it's the lifeline
It goes up to here, it's breaks here
On my neck, I have a locket with a fuse
I am watching my hand, it's the frontline
The sirens are wailing and I brush my teeth - I go to sleep
I am going to sleep, here in the fridge
I am closing the door with four locks
The tea is freezing in my stomach
My brain is freezing and the end of the world
The sirens are wailing and I brush my teeth - I go to sleep
I am going to sleep, here in the fridge
I am closing the door with four locks
The sirens are wailing and I brush my teeth - I go to sleep
And go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep
I froze the world in this fridge
The sirens are getting quieter here and there and there
So don't turn off my fridge
I am sleeping, and dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
In my pyjamas, I have on a small piece of paper
Those few words
For when someone finds me
The sirens were wailing so I brushed my teeth to go to sleep