
Shake me, Im waiting
In your new arc theyre saying
Im the creature in your sick thing
Everybody sees a giant
When the bad moon in your heart sings
And your wind up gears start grinding
Your teeth feel you smiling
A better, happier you
The better happier you
When you blow out like a dead star
It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is
We carry on like its easy
Like youre all out and Im your man
Hit me, Im bleeding
In your lounger, on your grooming
Its the future thats whoring
The better, happier you
A better happier you
When you blow out like a dead star
It reminds me how uniform your beautiful is
We carry on like its easy
Like youre all out
And Im your man
Baby Im your man