Ennui Lyrics

My skin is cold under artificial light

And I float down the river face first

And I'm hustled for money for the cheap stuff

These tentacles have me in their grasp

My life inside chrome and glass

Tonight tell me lies with wide eyes, actualise, I am so tired

The city has filled me with its ennui

You wheeze, I cough in a haven of kitsch

And we're trading in slivers of flesh

And I'm hustled for money for the cheap stuff

With neon lips that glean bits of me

Smile at my delinquency

Tonight tell me lies with wide eyes, actualise, I am so tired

Of me, of everything

Ennui

These tentacles have me in their grasp

My life inside chrome and glass

Tonight tell me lies with wide eyes, actualise, I am so tired

Of me, of everything

Ennui

Profoundly bored