Lied To by Idylls Lyrics

Infinite loops are all I carry in bags
There is of flesh a bag in my drug sick hands
Open the dam and hear the split bad

Salt flats and salt flats and salt flats
Hear the split of self from sex
I gotta steal everything now
Boil my blood, callous my hands
Fucking now
And then I feel what I don't want the most

Die through the post, swell and move
Infinite loops, broke by self

And now in vans and venues in veined avenues
In lust for youth in tideless moon
Follow the birthday balloons and be dyed blue
Haussmanised and lied to