Sometimes when you look in a mirror,
you're so different to what you expect to see.
moments like this make you worry,
that the person who's driving isn't me.

Did you ever think to consider,
that "I" isn't physically there?
The brain's a place we can live in.
The body's just a vehicle we drive.

Say nothing.  Don't say anything.
Say nothing.  Don't tell me anything.

This is my car, and I'm driving.
Daemons lurk behind all the seats.
I sometimes catch a glimpse in the rearviewmirror,
terrified that they'll one day take control,
and I won't be able to stop them from stealing me.
So I'm listening to the music, but my sterio's turned down,
and I'm listening to the voices, of the demons crackling sounds,
and I'm listening to my heartbeat, as I slump over the wheel,
and I'm listening to the people as they crawl, as they crawl away from me...

...to nothing.  Don't say anything.
Tell me nothing.  They'd say anything.
Screaming something, they can see through the windscreen.