Infatuated with the phantoms in my bedroom We are floating in delusion We suffocate in fruit juice We'll dance until the moon hides And cry until the sun dies Days on repeat An infinite state of confusion What do the stars see Its an infinite loop and its useless Infatuated with the phantoms in my bedroom We're floating in delusion We suffocate in fruit juice We'll dance until the moon hides And cry until the sun dies Watch the wind blow with a kaleidoscope The ground, it crumbles below us Spiderwebs as strands of hair, it will disguise us Steal the stars and become dust, they will despise us