AWOL

The shape of your data's got me astral projecting

But I think you and I, we need to talk

Because the soul of the code your equipment had sent me?

It might as well have been outlined in chalk

Now I cannot decipher what all the static is

But I got a pretty good read on your black thoughts

The passion that makes me feel alive again

It's gonna be the death, the death of us

The passion that makes me feel alive again

Oh it's gonna be the death, the death of us

The death of us

The space between us is like a crime scene

No—no blood and no fingerprints

No—no blood and no fingerprints

No—no blood and no fingerprints

No—no blood and no fingerprints

You got the wrong man, I never crossed that line

You got the wrong man, I never crossed that line

A-W-O-L

I owe myself an apology

I owe myself an apology

I owe myself an apology

I owe myself an apology

I hope that I mean it

Doubt it, right? Yea, so do I

Take my word, I don't want it

Doubt it, right? Yea, so do I

Take my word, I don't want it

It ain't no good

Don't just stand there and look at me, come and give me your trash

I want to feel your hot flash

I want to see your teeth gnash

I want to come in dead last

Go down together, get drunk at the bottom

And tell you some bullshit like "Baby, our scars are the same"

We are out of this world

'Cause all good drugs go to heaven

We are out of this world

'Cause all good drugs go to heaven