Oh, we're burning our clothes again
Oh, we're masking our circuits again
We're taking off on a bluebird vacation
We're falling in love with an ugly simulation
I think we should fake another moon landing
No, I don't want to clean that knife again
No, I don't want to up my meds again
We're getting off on the biting and scratching
We're too endless to keep on bleeding
I think we should fake another moon landing
I think we should fake our own abduction
I think we should fake our own abduction
All we need is a ransom note and a shady plastic surgeon