I wanna give you what you seek

I want to see you live happily

Dying just to stay inside your brain

Killing myself to keep you entertained

I'll right there, just give me a year

I prefer a stone cave to this golden age

Too busy styling out all our graves

The longer I live, the more time to hate myself

Found a place to live, right back on the shelf

I'll right there, if I make it a year

Yea drink up that new water

Pills are the new harbor

Our minds are what we barter

Our minds are what we barter

Believe all these new spies

All of their new lies

We gave away all the good vibes

We gave away all the good times

Yea everyone sings, but there is no harmony

Any which way you sound is fine by me

But there's too many

Too many cooks in the kitchen after all

It's just a little kitsch, all this Adderall