Sorry, Satan, but I can't do this evil on my own
I haven't left the house in nearly thirty thousand days
I sent you the image of a little yellow face
To tell you that I'm sad about the emptiness that's all around me
And I can't stop the ringing in your ears
When everything we love becomes a picture of a simulation
It wakes me in the middle of the night
I love you like an atom bomb, but I've become a cold reactor
