Drop your PC in the motel pool with me
Under the cloak of night, I’m where I want to be
I’m under pressure
In watered-down displeasures
I like the pressure In sunset weather

I’m dead inside
Have I wasted my life?I
’ll watch the static diffuse
Til then I’ll sip on some pixel juice

I’m sipping on pixel juice
on pixel juice
on pixel juice
on pixel juice

Am I treating you the way I should?
Do you blame me for not being what I could?
I feel the filter
Wash me out, I’m bitter
I want the filter
To colour me silver