spent some time at the arcade,watching kids lose their cool.
i wear a mask when i sleep,
i'm feeling up when i'm down,
i'm terrified of my dreams,
we're terrified of the sound
of the diary scenester kids,
in the back of the club with instruments and gin.
i've got that antarctic stare
when the music hits the airwaves.
all this honesty is honestly killing me,
cause i honestly don't believe it.
but the bastards will get you down,
get you feeling like you're up when you're upside down.
you're so down.