Fukstar

I find my comfort in chaos

I'll fall asleep in a seance

Don't wear my makeup for men

No, I just love corporations

Want them to take all my money

Burn the ocean to sand

I'll take a big fucking sip

So hot I'll turn it to glass

You've got your money and your fast cars

You're not a God, you're just another fukstar

You've got your money and your fast cars

You're not a God, you're just another fukstar

We waste our days sleeping in

Swim in this sinking feeling

Don't wake me up, baby

It's so much safer dreaming

We waste our days sleeping in

And while you sit with us out of view

Just know that gods can die too

I think that someone fell asleep at the wheel

We're going off-course and I can't help but feel

That if I pissed on your church

And set fire to the steeple

You praying fuckers wouldn't notice

What is wrong with you people? Ah

You've got your money and your fast cars

You're not a God, you're just another fukstar

You've got your money and your fast cars

You're not a God, you're just another fukstar

Just another fukstar

We waste our days with thinking

Just think what we could do

If we put our faith in chaos

Baby, we're born to lose

It's gone dark on the ceiling

Look, all the stars are leaving

It's gone dark on the ceiling

Look, all the stars are leaving

F-you-k-star, live large, die hard

F-you-k-star, live large, die hard

F-you-k-star, live large, die hard

F-you-k-star, live large, die hard

Just another fukstar

Just another fukstar

Just another fukstar

Just another fukstar

Just another fuk

Just another fukstar

Just another fukstar