Creepin - Michael Brandon

I live in a Disney land

Where kids like me get fast passes

And free slaps at Minnie Mouse’s ass

It’s asinine

Feel like a mystery unsolved

'Cause I can’t figure out the crime

Where’s the fuck who casted my role

As Michael Brandon

'Cause I can’t stand it

I’m reading all the lines for the hell of it

For this ain’t romantic anymore

You wanna know me you can go

Ahead and browse all the ads

In my news feed

They’re getting personal

Can you prove to me that this is fucking real?

I’m just saying

Can you prove to me that this is fucking real?

I’m just begging for you

To get your shit together

While the ship sinks a little faster

James Cameron on the special effects

Oh what a pleasure

Stereoscopic images

Of your default make me feel better

It’s like you’re right here

In hell with me

Dwell with me

On the thought of eternity

Without end

We are but one grain of fucking sand

In a house of mirrors

With motion blur filters

So I pop the pill

And get distilled for the thrill

I’ll turn your green into origami

I’ll turn your heart into a fine salami

Come find your love 'cause I lost it probably

In my kaleidoscopic frame of reference

I hope my mom gets this

And if she doesn’t let me spell it out

I am way too smart to go and get settled down

So release the breath you’re holding

Into my dystopia

Where this dream is unfolding

My god

Everything you know’s a lie