You know where everybody else has drawn the line
You know where everybody else has drawn the line

Antipsychotics sink to the bottom
Think of it, death as something
Antipsychotics sink to the bottom
Dreams that were buried coming up

And you never know how something sits inside
Inside, inside

Move to the beat, sink to the street
It's in your blood
Move to the beat, sink to the street

Don't stop, sometimes I feel so happy
I'm in love with useless
Don't stop, sometimes I feel so happy
I'm in love with useless

Slow disdain echoes on my way
It's how, how we're living
Isolation, isolation, isolation

Don't stop, sometimes I feel so happy
I'm in love with useless
Don't stop, sometimes I feel so happy
I'm in love with useless

Antipsychotics sink to the bottom
Think of it, death as something
Antipsychotics sink to the bottom
Dreams that were buried coming up

Coming up, coming up
Coming up, coming up

Like geometry, this is killing me
I stent my roman hands
And let them go
I stent my roman hands
And let them go

Don't stop, sometimes I feel so happy
I'm in love with useless
Don't stop, sometimes I feel so happy
I'm in love with useless

I have a long history