I'm sick of this suburban dream
Another Prom Queen crying in her ice cream
We're just downtown overflow
Rigging the building just to watch it blow
Another B movie Macbeth
We're apple biters not afraid of death
We're Jane Grey and Charlemagne
With the birds getting clean in last night's rain
I'm gonna love you 'til the money runs out
I'm gonna love you 'til wheels come off
We're like electricity and water, like an airplane
Crashing and the wind that caught her
Three shots at the crow bar, another one two toke too far
My whispers are wildfire
My whispers are wildfire
I got a job just to get paid
My beating heart like a bright red cage
Now nothing ever tastes good
My rock n' roll doesn't roll like it should
Blood boiling like a broken kettle
My mind numb as machine gun metal
You say I'm living in a kingdom state?
Eating cold take out on a plastic plate?
I'm gonna love you til the money runs out
I'm gonna love you til wheels come off
We're like electricity and water, like an airplane
Crashing and the wind that caught her
3 shots at the crow bar, another one two toke too far
My whispers are wildfire
Bright lights flood the stage
Ticketmaster in a main frame haze
All sitting there like church mice
Before an algorithm antichrist
Who knows what to trust?
There's bullet cases in the sawdust
Sinking back to a suburban dream
Why does the elevator make me scream?
Why does the elevator make me scream?