Strollin' through hellscapes whistlin'

Faceless shapes decorate the periphery

Nothin' of weight penetrates our domes of ignorance

Nothin' sounds great when you're not listenin'

Shapeless faces whistle past as a numbin' breeze

Careful not to stand and awake any epiphanies

Nothin' of weight penetrates our fog of insensitivity

Amble to oblivion gladly

If this island capsizes, we'll just float

Sinkin' is another option though

If this island capsizes, we'll just float

Sinkin' is another option though

We are obsessed with ourselves

We are obsessed with ourselves

We are obsessed with ourselves (we are obsessed with ourselves, we'll miss it)

We are obsessed with ourselves (over-stimulated by existing)

We are obsessed with ourselves (we are obsessed with ourselves, we'll miss it)

We are obsessed with ourselves (this self-congratulatory world's relentless)

We are obsessed with ourselves (we are obsessed with ourselves, we'll miss it)

We are obsessed with ourselves (we are obsessed with ourselves)

Design the nothingness yourself

Compartmentalise the guilt

Lose any interest before you resent

That's existence well spent

If this island capsizes, we'll just float

Sinkin' is another option though