Lyrics: Adrian Simon
Music: Adrian Simon
I've been living in the void
Whatever's on TV
It's pink and white like noise
****ed up and angry
So I try to do some good
Donate what I don't need
Skip around the neighborhood
Picking up trash and needles
Oh yeah, for sure
And I've been thumbing through my past
Recovering my disks
Like rings of Saturn
Heavy strings of matter
But these days just come and go
Like summer on my skin
Like old acquaintances
Like junk in orbit
Like junk in orbit
Satellites and drones
Guns and UFOs
Cracking like a joke
Comfort of your home
Everyone you know
And everyone you don't
Staying young without you
Talking shit about you
And in a sea of cameraphones
I'm waving for a ventilator
They're dancing on the ambulance
With all the other ravers
These days just come and go
Like plagues and common colds
Ethereum and gold
Like junk in orbit
Like heavy strings and bliss
Like summer on my skin
Like old acquaintances
Our dreams and horoscopes
On gleaming little phones
That never decompose
Like junk in orbit
Like jealousy and joy
Like living in the void
You can't avoid it
Like junk in orbit