wrote this track in like three hours because i was kinda feeling hella dysphoric and music is the only place i dont need to have a body
LYRICS
Stand Out
Four hundred goods can barely make a sound
One weird has found
Chase the clout
Gnawing at my bones I'm fucking stressed out
Conception of my purpose crumbles
Are you what you want?
Are you what you want?
Are you what you want?
Are you what you want?
Are you what you want?
Are you what you want?
Are you what you want?
Are you what you want?