Hypernormalisation Lyrics

This is probably going to be

The coldest summer of the rest of your life

And this is probably going to be

The most clouds you see up in the sky

Ain't ever going to feel as free

As you do giving up all your time for your job

You're going to think back on the feasts

When you slowly start to starve

Tide's rolling in

Water is starting to boil

Air starts getting thin

Something seems wrong

It's going to be so hard

To remember times before

Just some reassuring blur

Back when you weren't eating bugs

Look at the man in the mirror

He's trying to give you a warning

Started so subtly

Like a sniffle or a cough

Next thing we knew

We were already too far gone

Now the tide's rolled on in

Water has come to a boil

Air sharp and thin

Everything is wrong