I am obsessed with this confessing obsession
Iâd like to teach these little girls a lesson.
Dick deep in depression, social Armageddon.
Baby I just need some space to get my shit together.
And the weather outside is locusts and blood
Rivers of corpses earthquakes and floods
I ainât no doctor but I play one on TV
I ainât no boner but I think youâll get a load of me
And I told you not to look at me baby
I didnât wanna do this but youâre making me.
Now whatâs a boy to do when you keep on pushing me?
I ainât nearly strong enough to stop trusting you
But youâre a real motherfucker, whatâs a boy to do?
I am isolated and itâs great, sometimes I hate it.
When youâre late at least you made it, but the slate is everchanging.
And Iâm ranging on this galaxy tonight,
an empty hearted dead-eyed satellite.