you're scrolling through your catalog
there's no one around and the board is dead
out of the corner of your eye you spot them
They're following you
and you look and check the date
They get down on all fours and break into a song
How Do I Live air guitar
You're trying to escape them,
But don't forget, you're here forever.
They're almost upon you now
And you can see there's grey paint on their faces!
My god, there's grey paint everywhere!