everyone at a distance
Dead moths in the lens
Everyone loves to pretend
but thats just a pretense
Lithium lights are our friends
Helium heights chemical highs
everybody lies nobody cries
So get ****** take flight
Go get money every night
keep chasing bright lights
Feel the heat in signs
And be burnt by the times
over ashes they shine
Many are dead by thirtynine
Oh well guess we're doing fine
we made it, we touched it, we died