Lay flat on the floor. Oh life what a bore.
See me on the screen. See a side you ignore.
There's a ghost in the water, linings left of your daughters,
wrappers left in your drawers but you don't want to get caught.
I don't understand, I never made a plan.
Teacher teacher eat my wallet? Fuck those damn exams.
I don't understand, I never made a plan.
Preacher, preacher eat my wallet? God damnit.
Devices entice us to say the shit that we might of
if we had the time of day to fight a victimless crisis
and now we're all insane, but we like it that way.
With the death of a tradition comes the negative.
Hey you can't say that.