Meltdown Mode
It’s cold, cold, cold water: no more daughters no more sons
I could be your martyr or so could all the other ones

Oh…
Do you wanna cross the ocean with me?
Do you wanna shake and shiver out at sea?
Do you wanna be a drunken sunken twenty-something?
You took my hand and then you swept me away
Got me baked and then TF’d me into prey
Can’t say that I am terrified of anything

Throw out your old self, pray for good health (not for some)
Cast off your demons, we’re all screaming atoms

Do you wanna cross the ocean with me?
Do you wanna give yourself away for free?
Do you wanna be a drunkеn sunken twenty-something?
You took my hand and thеn you swept me away
Lay me down beneath the sand where I’ll decay
Can’t say that I am terrified of anything
I’ll just say that I am terrified of losing you