All alone in a psychic curve
All alone in the material world
I'm all alone in a psychic curve
Said I'm all alone in a material world
Stench of bodies leave a sick scent
Built up a sixth sense while only being worth six cents
A clear message is what the sick sent
But no reply, you f*cking played us with a cheat
Cold as ice, cicada vagrant on the street
Alone to die, won't even save us with a sheet
No surprise we grow jaded every week
Hokusai, my flow wavy on the beat
Hold up, apologies for the tangent
Lemme bring these lines back around
Back around, back around
You smack us down, smack us down
What's your new shady tactic now
Huh
Infiltrate, separate
Then tear apart at the joints
Infiltrate, separate
Then tear apart at the joints
We're cicadas underground, and they hunt us from the clouds
We're cicadas underground, and they hunt us from the clouds
We're cicadas underground, and they hunt us from the clouds
We're cicadas underground, and they hunt us from the clouds
All alone in a psychic curve
All alone in a material world
I'm all alone in a psychic curve
Said I'm all alone in a material world