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