You cant wake up this is not a dream your part of a machine you are not a human being

Got a boy back home in Michigan and it tastes like jack when im missing him

California never felt like home to me California never felt like home

Sick of all these people talking sick of all this noise tired of all these cameras flashing sick of being poise

i've grown fimiliar with villans that live in my head they beg me to write them so ill never die when im dead

Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so you said your mother only smiles on her TV show

Are you insane like me are you strange like me bought a $100 bottle of champange like me

everything is grey his hair his smoke his dreams and now your so deeply in color you dont know what it means

You cant wake up this is not a dream your part of a machine you are not a human being

And ive been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool for a while now drowning my thoughts out with sound