Cellophane

We wrapped our death in cellophane

And sell you useless fucking things

Convinced this is the only way

We wrapped our death in cellophane

Not living, unfulfilling, just waiting for death

And breaking every mirror just to sign a check

I'll spit the truth into your face

I'll bet you're sick, you like the taste

You beg, you stole to get your way

You beg, you stole, you run away

It's corporate, it's fantastic, do you feel alive?

And when you monetize it, no one will survive

It's time to see, it's such a let down

Drown in your pleasure, you'll just bleed out

Get dopamine, babe, you know how

Drown in your pleasure, you'll just bleed out