Skyscrapers taller than your mother back then.
I jump ship and pray for fame.
Assassin slash historian.
I’m just fucking with the way back when.
Cause I’m struggling with the cheap shit.
I’m struggling with my land-loving brain.
I’m struggling with my memory.
On top of it all, this thirst for shame.
I think I’ll let the panic roars win.
Assassin slash historian.
I’m just fucking with the way back when.
On top of it all, this thirst for shame.
My mother struggled to be cut from the team.
The public struggles with sin in the scene.
I struggle with submission in a daydream.
I think I’ll let the public sin.
I think I agreed, but like I said
my memory struggled until it was dead.
I’m struggling with the cheap shit.
I’m struggling with my land-loving brain.
I’m struggling with my memory.
On top of it all, this thirst…
But I think I let him win.
And I think I let it in.
I think this shit is cheap,
and just when it goes black and white
I make a peep.
And so Panic roars
‘This shit is cheap’.