Unreal

Late night, terrified
Talking about the perfection that you saw
hygiene, dopamin,
let me take you back to the dancefloor
Oh what a great night
look at all the knocked out pretenders
trying to flip a coin
oh what a cage fight
driving me to distraction
but it feels so good
well I’ve got something to admit
I feel like everything’s unreal
still I hope you don’t mind
late night crucified
talking about the deception that you saw
hygiene submarine
let me take you back to the dance floor
taking back control
well I’ve got something to admit
I feel like everything’s unreal
I hope you don’t mind
I wanna shine lay it on the line
out of my neighborhood
I wanna know it all
I need to move out of my neighborhood
cause I don’t feel good