I'm sensitive on a Wednesday
I fall apart by the next day
I heard they're coming to get me
I'm never leaving this batcave
I don't know what the news say
I won't do another heatwave
I'm closing my blinds
I'm closing my eyes on the freeway

Warm night, dark cars passing by
Black light creeping through the hillside

Let's drive straight through a landmine
Say a prayer for who I was in my last life
There's still waves in bloody water
I'm going crazy
Thinkin' about the end times
Feels like we're racing to hell just for the tan linеs
There's still waves in bloody watеr

It's like a new kind of torture
They make you stand for destroyers
Feels like we're stuck in a house made of blood, and there's
No time for tears on our shoulders