Interpret:

My Vitriol

Album:

Finelines

I'm starting to crave a kalashnikov 
I'm spending my pennies at your thoughts 
I'm hearing them all 
Through windows and walls 


They're pulling the feathers under my wings 
They're feeding my anti-anxiety pills 
They're making me ill 
All of the pills 
Are making me ill 


Twist me like your smile 
So I can hide in here 
Safe for a while 


And oh, what can you say 
The colour photographs are fading away 
Oh, what can you do 
They've got the lenses on 
And staring through you