Gimme that canvas let me paint some shitPass me the poison let me take a hitI’m just embarrassed and comfortably numbBut failure is painful and lying is funDress code, cocktails, looking so fancyWe feel like we’re a little bit classyCheers to the fact that we’re not deadSwimmin with the sharks, but we’re still not dead yetGive me that canvas let me paint some shitPsycho, I goRight to buy thoseOptimistic, magic fix it pillsI’m so right thoughThats my life broUnderwaterCoughing with my gillsDon’t let this moment go to waste you don’t knowWhen the feeling could happen againTouch me, taste me, tell me I’m not fadingTell me that I look just like a man’Cause lately baby I’ve been going crazyTrying not to be an embarrassmentIll go in cryo and return to the life hoAnd make a bisque, some tomato basil shitRiding a rhino pico de galloRoosters beak, ill sleep when I leap that jeepDon’t close your eyes tonightPerfect melodies are hard to findI got a feeling we could touch the skyLet’s live in this delusion that we don’t live in perpetual confusionAnd there’s meaning to our livesHades arcGolden tarpBlack holeSlack is forSlack for cutting me moreMountainFountainShriekingPreachingSlack is forSlack is for cutting meSlack is for cutting me moreFor every little bit of sunshine I call freedomWhite 21 is the maximum fun