It's not about Me
It's not about what this love is trying to be
Baby, There's a stranger in your closet
A Lie a Locket could seal
Concealed up high in a tower of the Bastille

All sincerities gone, hidden away
This love nothing more then a shallow grave
A Mystery to be stumbled upon
There's a Stranger in your closet Save your regret for later
You're running out of time, Let's talk Forced labor
He's your neighbor, he's the collator
He's gunna cross the line
When he puts you six feet under