text: Ive been in a rut, ducked off from the sun
  Bit my gun with my black gold gums
  Im no fun, Im no fun
  Blood run marathons down my chest 
  Im a mess, aint nobody gonna clean up
  Bulletproof your limousine
  I been in the, market for a brand new soul
  Daddy hit a brand new low
  Better yet, another agoraphobic episode
  Here we go again, here we go again, here we go
  Cut me up to little pieces like youre Ed Poe
  Let me rest in pieces underneath the floorboards
  Planet on fire, no fucks given
  Ima let us all die, let us all die, really I
  I havent been good to myself
  And you havent been good to me
  I havent been good to myself
  And lately, you havent been good to me
  Lately, I decided Ima stay alive
  I just wanna live and see society die
  Looking around and all I see is at the end of the line
  I see a dystopia, dystopia!
  Evil all over and no one is 
  Nihilist, I am the finest, though I dont align with it
  Keep on denying it!
  You think that I need you
  Ill show you Im fine
  You think that I need you?
  You think that I need you?
  You think that I need you?
  You think that I need you!?
  You think that I need you 
  Ill show you Im fine 
  What happens when you cut out the circuitry?
  The chips, machines—whats left?
  Flesh. Were vulnerable, fragile, weak