Lyrics

You’re a deal gone wrong
Your alter ego is dead
Your bite has no teeth
And the monsters all stare

Your paranoia is bright
The medics say Hi
Every cliche is great
But the timing is off

Food is a joke
The room is too hot
Nerve endings blow up
You feel like you’re home

There’s a smell on the stairs
You move in morse code
With salt in your kiss
You’re a dead dial tone

When you’re coming down
When you’re coming down
The party is now