Nothing here to see, factory's overseas
Cut down all these trees, we building Model T's
No more drama please, no more dramamine
I'mma throw it up all over all the seats

This man in the magazine
It's just us we wanna see

I don't know how to get up outta bed
The thoughts of what you said are in my head
I wanna be away from everyone
I shattered all the daylight in the sun

Rosemary bushes still grow everywhere
Cut and burn it all so we can say a prayer
How did I get so wrapped in current affairs?
Inescapable extinction tries to scare