Unreal - Steaming Satellites

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