We cold boot the brain stem

We start to get pissed

We're turning into creatures

That hardly ever exist



And every one of us must win at last

Like in the futurelike in the past

Every one of us must win at last

And every one of us must win at last

Like in the futurelike in the past

Every one of us must win at last



We're gross and fundamental

And we're stuck by fairy lights

We throw ourselves off the edge

Of an intricate appetite



We're a wonderland

We're a merry-go-round

And the morning after

We're garbage on the ground