We Will Become Silhouettes

I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water, And pictures of you and I'm not coming out Until this is all over And I'm looking through the glass where the light bends At the cracks And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs pretending The ech

I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water, And pictures of you and i'm not coming out Until this is all over And i'm looking through the glass where the light bends At the cracks And i'm screaming at the top of my lungs pretending The ech