Something's stuck inside my head
You know I never really heard of a thing called time
Cause excess has made me reckless
I don't give a fuck about your dawn cause
Yeah
Some day I will lay here as your children play
Cause you can't hide
Above my head, I hear your feet above my head
From the side
That left you high
Moderation; what a notion
A waste of time in the face of indulgence
Sometimes these chains they do claim
Excess is always best
I'll stick it in your vein
Gripping, tearing
But something's got me coming back for more
Pulling at the walls of that vanity
Melting, pounding
Scratching out the path beneath your feet
Change inside you
Consist, constrict
Bleeding, crawling
This lane.
But something's got me going down this land
Cause of this excess
I've been left in a state of deliriumFade away

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BRENDON COHEN, MATHEW PAUL BAUMBACH, MICHAEL KENNEDY, MICHAEL THOMAS FLEISCHMANN, TIM WILLIAMS