Phantoms

Infatuated with the phantoms in my bedroom Were floating in delusion We suffocate in fruit juice We dance until the moon hides And cry until the sun dies Days on repeat An infinite state of confusion What do the stars see? (They're watching) It's an infinite loop and it's useless Infatuated with the phantoms in my bedroom Were floating in delusion We suffocate in fruit juice We dance until the moon hides And cry until the sun dies Watch the wind blow with a kaleidoscopе The ground it crumbled below us Spidеr webs as strands of hair It will disguise us Steal the stars and become dust They will despise us