This is a fun one where I vampire attack the song halfway through and flip the genres around a couple times. [Verse] I hit the highs And the lows On a flat line Feelings are behind me I need to be reminded To fake my relations Because like the dead One thing they still unite against is a sociopath, I need a pathway to passing as normal in unstable times Helps with the climb Not that I care except to survive they raise the rates, rob us blind I'm in a taxi, that revolutionary Call it praxis, denying access to the ride shares. I'm off location A mental vacation that I find suits my mind [Verse] they put chips inside your eyes recording all you see even as you sleep do chips dream of reflections that you see a collide a scope antennas phoning home I was once alive On a Tuesday walking down the lee side of a volcano through switchblade grass thinking this can't last only to die a thousandth time I taste like vodka soda inside I'm so behind the times that I flat circle around myself here's to vampiric health besides rising from the dead I ponder my old poetry to see traces of the soul that never formed [Verse] when I smile for myself I'm a joker, real al roker the forecast for today is what we call good foreplay I'm beside myself I can't help myself Or help you, but how do you do? Expression of concern Are what I'm best at with a vacant stare And my head aside, while I'm beside (eye eye eye yeah) and how I let it ride it's as if I care and that's the secret to vampiric health [Chorus] Chips inside your eyes eyes eyes Collide ide ide ide Let it ride ride ide All this time eye eye immmeeeee A flat circle all around me All around me [Instrumental] [End]