[Chorus: daisy*]

I think every dog’ll have its day

White chalk crime scene with the tape

Think I tipped the balance of the weight

Drew blood from a needle in the hay

Pushing up the screen into my face

Pull me off like it’s a pin of a grenade

Flipping out and now there’s metal in your brain

Total waste, stay away

[Verse 1: daisy*]

Someone found another body in the park

They caught me picking out the ammo from its arm

Pour out gasoline, I’m watering the plants

Turn them into ash inside a jar

Parents fretting, I’m just sitting in the dark

Broke into my room and stripped my PC for its parts

Scream out deafening, I’m shattering the glass

They’re splitting up the cattle from the calf

[Verse 2: Iglooghost]

Yeah, uh

Staring at my screen, mouth agape with a crooked neck

Try to pry me off, sellotaped to my wooden desk

Honestly, I’m always busy mourning all the time I spent

Around my family when I could be on my PC instead

There’s a scene outside I never show up or engage with

I’ll never come out to your show or let my finger strain a bit

By lifting it, I’m wasting milliseconds I could spend decaying

All the greyest matter hidden in my ugly cranium

[Chorus: daisy*]

I think every dog'll have its day

White chalk crime scene with the tape

Think I tipped the balance of the weight

Drew blood from a needle in the hay

Pushing up the screen into my face

Pull me off like it’s a pin of a grenade

Flipping out and now there’s metal in your brain

Total waste, stay away

[Verse 3: Iglooghost]

We got a PC in the house when I was eight or maybe nine

I couldn’t look away like a mosquito to a light

I was fried, mechanisms in my noggin cross-wired

They deformed around the screen like a tree around a bind

I was misaligned, thistles on a vine, now I sit inside

Little mind turned into a brick right in the nick of time

Crippled spine, backache got me feeling like a missile fired

Left my bike to rust inside the shed, you’d think I’m paralysed

Yeah, uh, you’d think I'm paralysed

Sat here doing fuck all in my cave like I’m a stalagmite

Try to pry me off, I’m flipping out, I start to kick and cry

Screaming like a pig under the pressure of a kitchen knife