[Verse 1]

There he goes again, serotonin coma at the sunrise

Seek siestas as soon as I’m slipping out of shuteye

Rupert Murdoch seeping right through the crushed blinds

Living life in fun-size

Ensimismado, indefinite pause

Solitary pea in the pod, grind between facades

Tech-Decking the law; fucking fellowship talk

Protected, but never settled the second I step in the hall

Very enthralled

Season’s greetings to punctual focal seizures

Cut to the break; assess the wreckage when the photo is cleaner

Crumbled abodes underneath heavy eyelids

Stains stick on the pearliest white kicks

Only look down when the fright hits

Sky pitch-back by five

Paint chipped, might trip

Bleak buzzer blared the fucking minute the light dipped

[Chorus]

Spent the whole summer on lockdown

Only holed-up house on the block now

Spent the whole summer on lockdown

Wishing that these murdered-out winter clothes could block sound, yeah

Spent the whole summer on lockdown

Only holed-up house on the block now

Spent the whole summer on lockdown

Wishing that these murdered-out winter clothes could block sound

[Verse 2]

Shaky, quaint cottage; peers are playing house in the antebellum south

Derelict petting grounds; based on the questionable setting

Submitting my ecru complexion as a gown

With a gossamer film that gets the kids to cut the exposition down

The spring breeze shreds my paper skin on the first of the month

Perfect patterns pat the puny plot from which my purpose sprung

Tournament luck set the scheme so our corrosive germs wouldn’t touch

Do your diligent service and shut the fuck up

Your suck puppet thread count is probably through the roof

Engendered in those military boots

Stuck in between a lonely rut and a clueless crew

They’re nuke boosting while I lose the coup and flew the coop

[Outro]

My family crest is branded stern on my bird chest

Grief forced a bated strain on my first breath

The dirge is my theme song

Expressionless look when the dust settled on my first steps

My family crest is branded stern on my bird chest

Grief forced a bated strain on my first breath

The dirge is my theme song

Expressionless look when the dust settled on my first steps