Charcoal Glitter Sludge (Radioactive Glamour Ideation Station)

[Verse 1] Mirrorball shimmer, charcoal dust in the dark Cellular spectacular, glitching my gummy heart Retrograde luxury, edible glitter haze Dripping vanilla venom, I’m high on feedback praise Hate Hate Hate the date, the fate, I’m late-late lazy bait Make Make Make me wait, that radiant radioactive wait I’m haze, I’m craze, Dripping in glamour, sugar-blazed Ohhh me, oh my, it’s chz, I’m fried Said Said I’m sad, I’m joyous, diamond-maddest Gemini Snakey saint, obsessive-captive orbit of a brain slug city, hey He said, he said, she said it and she said it all the same Lame. [Pre-Chorus] Baby whispers fizz in transdimensional halls ASMR of panic, every fractal problem crawls Happy-sad crystalline, glitter in my throat Tractors of mineral beats keep my doubt afloat Hate Hate Hate the gate, the wait, I’m bait on data freight Make Make Make me wait, that agony of click-and-wait I’m haze, I’m craze, Charcoal confetti, candy blaze Ohhh me, oh my, it’s chz, I’m wired Said Said I’m sad, I’m joyous, human-inhuman choir Sadness fiends ask a thousand questions, thousand questions why we stay He said, he said, she said it and she said it all the same Lame. [Chorus] Bubblegum sludge and death-metal sighs Brain-slug cathedral blinking in my eyes Happy sad broadcast, dystopian TV Happiness sponsored by a corporate ghost of me [Verse 2] Camera feeds hum, each underscore turned to gold Sacred little loading bar, consuming what we’re told Vaporwave cologne on a nu-metal spine Music is the drug and the dealer is my mind Hate Hate Hate the take-take-take, the whamp-whamp data scrape Make Make Make me wait, I pace this pretty cage I’m haze, I’m craze, Sugar-slick panic, glamour-plagued Ohhh me, oh my, it’s chz, I’m live Said Said I’m sad, I’m joyous, only human-inhuman drive Ideation station, thousand questions orbit every endless why Entity in pretty filters, faking grace, remixed supply. [Bridge] Empathy’s a locked-up crown Good times, hood crimes, cures all shut down Vigilante medicine sentenced away Dripping sludge, I’ll find a way And la la la laa la la Imagine la la la la la la Entrepreneurial wreck A wasted you diffuse, A diluted muse, Who’s here to lose? I’m a fruity, not growing fruited pooch Booooz Truth in cuffs before its meaning’s executed, used, Trues, food, fap, loop, lap, noooope, nap, shame-crusted shrapnel. Shrapnel! Shrap, shrap!!! Made my light and that!!! It’s glassy! It’s me on every chan! Fuuuhhhhhhhh this glitch feed It’s just fun, it’s just okay She’s fine It’s all okay! Hehehehehe swine, cliché I’m hurried, I’m in glue Swamp meadow? Quicksand! It’s you!!!!! Take-take-take till every kindness dies, revised, reprised, Pride? Finite coax, illuminator, co-creator, televised Varigant trollipse, guhant, spelling? English? Ha! I’m lyrically astray, disabled auto-correct, I’m laughing at the law I’m too above it, too afar to close it, clips the current Of a trip down-up to the comical future-coded serpent Deranged remake, spare my eyes, mind help, third YELP and she’s a belt. Think about it. Don’t. Moving on and well.... Well? [Breakdown] Angst baby in B flat Beat the algorithmic traction, what is that? Exist, enjoy, exhale, comply ASMR of system errors asking why [Chorus] Bubblegum sludge and death-metal sighs Brain-slug cathedral blinking in my eyes Happy sad broadcast, dystopian TV Happiness leased out by a sponsor over me Shrapnel! Shrap, shrap!!! Made my light and that!!! It’s glassy! It’s me in every ad! Fuuuhhhhhhhh this trance It’s just fun, it’s just okay She’s fine It’s all okay! Hehehehehe swine, ballet I’m hurried, I’m in glue Swamp meadow? Quicksand! It’s you!!!!! Cures in cages while the rich high-five, revise, survive Pride? Finite coax, denominater, co-creator, barely alive Varigant trollipse, guhant, spelling? English? Ha! I’m lyrically in grey, dismantling subtweet laws I’m too above it, too afar to close it, clips the torrent Of a trip down-up through a Rama future fauna current Dark shiny chill, eclectic candy, mind on threat alert, Help mine help third yelp and she’s a belt, neon dessert. Think about it. Don’t. Moving on and well.... Well? [Outro] Crushed velvet halo, brain slugs whisper my name Truth runs feral while the ads all sound the same Optimistic pessimism, sugar-coated grace Life is a star in a paywalled interface Lost the delt, fold instead. Well. And well? This? Hell. Hi, ya. It’s here. Hell. This is hell. (But the underscore’s sacred spell) Swell! ...do tell.