I cut off all my fingers
No fame, I spill my guts
And orphaned, desert isle
Like orphaned
Big bang
Blink if you can hear me
Box my ears
Daddy box my ears
Box my ears

Hoping
Is out of style
So look happy
It's the end of the world

I've got a big machine
It's black and blue
Where will you be this afternoon?
Meet me and I'll spill my guts
Cause I'm open to anything
I'm open for the first time
And you can count the years
Count the years
Count the years

Hoping
Is out of style
So look happy
It's the end of the world