Evaporate

And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels

Feel the beatdown, bitch

Life's just a dream, then you bleed, that's it (That's it)

Yellin' smoke 'em if you got 'em

Color of a TV, toilet full of vomit

Glitchy little mind-crime hybrid

Kilobyte child with the hive-mind eyes stitched

Baptized in Wi-Fi, while I choose to pretend

Dead eyes fiendin' for a dexedrine

Bled tied to the shape of somethin' epicene (Like this)

Red glow, addicted to the reverie

Remedy is synthetic, silicone and polyethylene

Blue screened by fumes and e-waste

All doomed assume it's D-day

Oh Dae-su with the Hippocamp degrade

Data detuned to evaporate

Colors fading, sink into the mud, the mud

Evaporate

Is it just a feature or a bug, a bug?

Evaporate

There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious

Makes you so sick at heart that you can't take part

I could kill it in my sleep

Blood drops drippin' on the motherfuckin' beat

Internet embedded in my head

Call it Indra's net tryna keep it moving to the flickers of my death

Netkid with no home, tough shit, slit wrist with a broken phone (No)

Spirit of an MP3 (Lost in memory)

I just killed you in my dreams

Teardrops dripping down the center of my cheeks

Roll ribs around the flush weeds

A penny down the river where souls are sold feeds

Just a flicker, then you're dead

Wound gaping in the corner of your head (No!)

Spirit of a PNG (Lost in reverie)

Colors fading, sink into the mud, the mud

Evaporate

Is it just a feature or a bug, a bug?

Evaporate

You can't take part

And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels

Upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop

Feel the beatdown, bitch

Life's just a dream, then you bleed, that's it

Feel the beatdown, bitch

Life's just a dream, then you bleed, that's it

Feel the beatdown, bitch

Life's just a dream, then you bleed, that's it

Feel the beatdown, bitch

Life's just a dream, then you— wa-ah-ah-ah