Blue Crab Linguine in the Frosty Underworld (feat. Ghosttown)

Smelling like a million Bitcoin and feeling like a god who pulled a bitch out his rib joint

I was born before the world turned weird, so let me make it very clear: there’s nothing normal at this point

So when you're sitting in your living room in 20 years time and your son runs in like “Hey dad, the robot I’ve been banging has been hacked while we was making love and now she’s robbed all our stuff”

Don’t say I didn’t warn you

Social engineering got me disappearing

They put the power steering in the racketeering

I heard the screams were piercing for the hard of hearing

Cheering from a mushroom cloud within the clearing

I swing a different type of pendulum

See how the spirits gets excited when I mention them?

They must have ripped the wiring out while I was rendering

Dead Players.. All the wins are genuine

Slip the final piece into place at the last minute

This is where the city melts down and we bask in it

Throw a little shubz, all the ghouls from my past visit

This is all ours sir, you just can't part with it

Maybe just let it go

Did it all work out how you planned it?

Feet running to the only speck of dry land

All my sinners stay adrift

The old world's dead now, whisk away the stiffness

There's a two year old child up in first class sipping wine watching his demise as a pixelated gif

Slither off into autumn as summer's lost -lost-

The moon gets dressed in the corner and double drops

I said "Excuse me miss, did you order a couple gods?"

We were greeted with a mix of applause and muffled sobs

Yeah, they said the old man's backwards

Barefoot, bickering in bedrock, bankrupt

You ain't gonna make it off your cold damp mattress

Bedbound, chewing at your sex shop handcuffs

Last one out of the city loses -lost-

They slipped the pipe bombs in our pockets and lit the fuses

I just love skinning lizards and stewing them in their juices

With their glassy eyes dangling swinging on little nooses

Teeth gritted, excuse me I'm livid

This is all too fluffy, all their skin looks knitted

Their smiles are glued on, all the colors are too vivid

This is nothing like the hellish reality you've submitted -nothing-

Still cackling, two spindly limbs and swelling

Sitting at the back staring lovingly at my drink, sweating

Tiny hands tug on the wiring under my skin

But every button, every dial is still stuck on the king setting

Slip the final piece into place at the last minute

This is where the city melts down and we bask in it

Throw a little shubz, all the ghouls from my past visit

This is all ours sir, you just can't part with it

Maybe just let it go

Did it all work out how you planned it?

Feet running to the only speck of dry land