Letras
Atheists oh-so-enticing when I was a wain
Finally a grown up on the telly wi' a brain
Saw my skepticism you inherit at such age
Poised the sweet allure of redirecting it to rage
My sentence was sealed in every enemy he spoke
How will they treat you kid? Well look how they treated Snoke
Shame he can't come make my dinner, drive me to the gym
Break me down to build me up, like mother never did
He's no a man, he's an influenza
Infect you wi' manifesto
It's that sound of doom from your brother's room
It'll keep 'em in the deep end 'til their skin is shallow
Now I've built immunity, now may I indulge?
Hm, spectate celebrity trials to fancy yourself judge
Now he's in your guashas, tarot cards and bath bombs
I'll burn that bridge when I get to it, oh I'm far from done
Narcissist galleries steered you, but easy answers kill
No artist to see here, you'll be quite the canvas still
Only takes one lonely year to flirt with hate again
Not all of the sweet pills come coated in cherry red
He's no man, he's an influenza
One that can make your thick skin glow
It's that 2020 blues, it's that aries in you
It's that keeping in the deep end 'til your skin is shallow
He's no a man, he's an influenza
Want a pandemic? Well there you go
He's in every home, man I swear he's airborne
He's not sleeping in the deep end, he can't sink in shallow
Keep chasing that better self like a dog chasing its tail
And when your legs finally go that judgement goes to good homes
So the patients diagnose players of the grimmest prose
Bursts of amber fireworks scare us only when it's Miss Heard
He's no a man, he's an influenza
Not even as deep as I depict
A 2D beauty, now he's running through me
He's an influenza and he makes me sick