Hot Pockets For Days (human-written lyrics)

mannequins lets all just act like we're mannequins fixed eyes no nerves same face plastic grin waterproof really good reality don't sink in holy crap I'm gonna die somebody get me out of here the Earth is round like a stupid bloated face run one way forever get back to mom's place Hot Pockets for days parade like a warlord sleep late like a warlord eat face like a warlord hey (hey hey) we're all warlords just little guys drinking juice out the bottom of the trash can barely living barely living hand to mouth need a friend i (i i i) only want all of your data sample of your soul a bite of your faces oh. (we really like faces) i wanna stalk you forever and I (i, i) wanna dig up your grave site Frankenstein Junior extra heart and a pin light feed mee all those tasty excuses okay you don't like my bowl cut don't mean that I'm useless no.. no.. we (wee) are the roach in the corner stinky old bald man embarrassing photo costco too costly where will we go now? take.. my.. hand.. cursed and haunted free will like Evil Dead take.. my.. hand.. i will probably invent a new toilet someday i will probably figure out shampoo that's right for me i just might invent a new wasteland exile them bad men holy crap we're gonna die somebody get us out of here I'm just like something just like a spaceman something like a tired fish abandoned aquarium i will probably tap the glass despite signs saying hey lets not do that.. dry mouth like a puppet in the sun like some junk no one asked for like Kim Jong banning fun i wanna be instantly likeable a Baby Yoda over six foot tall (tuff) ready to ball reality barked and I flinched intense like Dave Chappelle after he seen a vampire or a vampire equivalent i (i i i) wanna become immortal and i (i i i) also want a good couch that is also immortal my face in the mirror is low resolution like a bad animation teaching us how to do things i (i i i) only want all of your data sample of your soul a bite of your faces oh. (we really like faces) they (they they they) wanna stalk you forever.. dig up your grave site Frankenstein Junior extra heart and a pin light real nice. big day big day I'm nervous attach grandma's carcass to a rocket sled.. tee hee hee hee heeuggh for scientific purposes grew me up on all those tasty excuses okay you don't like my output don't act like we're useless no.. no.. we (wee) are the roach in the corner stinky old bald men embarrassing photos octopus did redactions where will we go now? mannequins lets all just act like we're mannequins fixed eyes no nerves same face plastic grin