Elisa Lam was sooner or later

Soluble in nature, paranomenclature

She's never coming back, no elevator

Now I've been at loss before

There's nothing I've never been able to comment upon

With lies

She's never coming back, he's made it sure of that

Flagg is a monster, at least he's walking out

I've been at loss before

There's nothing I've never been able to comment upon with lies

I punch the numbers in, I read the LCD

How can I be so sure, that she's not fucking with me

Fingers are meant to bend towards the human heart

I've been at loss before

There's nothing I've never been able to comment upon with lies

Hit me a line of spin, another sub within

A colour black as mud, a manna from above

Tuberculosis of Hotel Cecil, of course

It's not a vaccine