You know where everybody else has drawn the line
You know where everybody else has drawn the line


Antipsychotics sink to the bottom
Think of it, death as something
Antipsychotics sink to the bottom

Dreams that were buried coming up

And you never know how something sits inside

Inside, inside

Move to the beat, sink to the street

It's in your blood
Move to the beat, sink to the street


Don't stop, sometimes I feel so happy
I'm in love with useless
Don't stop, sometimes I feel so happy

I'm in love with useless

Slow disdain echoes on my way

It's how, how we're living
Isolation, isolation, isolation


Don't stop, sometimes I feel so happy
I'm in love with useless
Don't stop, sometimes I feel so happy

I'm in love with useless

Antipsychotics sink to the bottom

Think of it, death as something
Antipsychotics sink to the bottom
Dreams that were buried coming up


Coming up, coming up
Coming up, coming up


Like geometry, this is killing me
I stent my roman hands

And let them go
I stent my roman hands
And let them go


Don't stop, sometimes I feel so happy
I'm in love with useless

Don't stop, sometimes I feel so happy
I'm in love with useless


I have a long history