I tried to reach out today, but the algorithm got its way

I’m standing in the vacuum

2-star but what a view

Spa day from hell, how temperamental

The tailors on speed dial, cos I’ve come apart at the seams

Or so it seems…

I saw you from across the room

Should have said hi, but I had to run

I’m trapped in the vacuum

So key in the ignition, I take the hearse around the block

Spa day from hell, how temperamental

The tailors on speed dial, cos I’ve come apart at the seams

Or so it seems…

The sun is out, feel alive, beautiful day for genocide

Kill them all but don’t make a scene, don’t want you to think bad of me

Eat in an empty restaurant, the food is shit but the music’s alright

Cover my ears on the drive home

I don’t wanna hear music anymore

You ask, ‘what’s with the long face’?

Well, I was Jesus for a minute but now I’m nothing but a horse

Spa day from hell, how temperamental

The tailors on speed dial, cos I’ve come apart at the seams

Or so it seems…