How awful, our handful
And our hands still
Oh no no no
Oh no no no
Righteous arm on me
You left the wreck
And you frowned deep
Space ain't so
My breath is warm
How awful, our handful
We're at a standstill now
Low on the back end
You whisper without trace
My voice travels through bodies
White noise on our heads
White noise on our heads
You faceless thieves
Copped out without it', I doubt it
Feelin' like a meme on earth
Copped out without 'em, I doubt it
Feelin' like Tia upped the ante
Happiest dead
Cheatin' the system we don't believe in
Settin' fires like the first time
Settin' fires like the first time
Happiest dead
Feelin' like a meme on earth
F*ckin' Tia upped the ante
Happiest dead