Lyrics
Hollow out your heart we're trying to play nice in a modern paradise
Empty out your head; they've been trying to break bread with an A.I. antichrist
You're always fighting for your progress, but no one promised you instant success
You're a pest
I will find you there baby it'll be alright
Dancing on the air cause it's Friday night
And everyone in the burbs pulls the chain that runs through
To everyone in the world signaling their virtue
To everyone that hurts and feels the same was you do
And everything we deserve another Friday night or doom
Marching forward to the entrance
But no one asked if you wake up depressed
Well, I guess
I will find you there baby it'll be alright
Dancing on the air cause it's Friday night
And everyone in the burbs pulls the chain that runs through
To everyone in the world signaling their virtue
To everyone that hurts and feels the same was you do
And everything we deserve another Friday night or doom
Writer(s): Andrei Kauzanovich
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