I'm in love with the internet. I've got a freaky little finger myself.
You can't trace my history, cake is looking so boring, I've got something to do.
Over time you bleed from the pressure, you feed from the pleasure.
Gimme gimme gimme
High heeled feet on the sofa, bazooka controller, you've got mud on your face, oh yea.
She said now, be calm, you don't wanna look so beat down, suffocated beef jowl. You want your brother to stay.
No we never miss a minute of your fun son. You give me lies lies lies lies
No we never miss a minute cuz you're alway independent, give me lies.
Over time you bleed from the pressure, you feed from the pleasure