Lyrics:

They said sleep is for the weak
And I gave into the mantra
The scene was derelict
The Facebook propaganda
My router is a candle
That ignites my slim innocence
And I see how this was so dull
But I liked the blue brittleness
Of the nighttime (wake up, wake up, wake up)
Of the nighttime (of the nighttime, of the nighttime)
Of the nighttime (of the nighttime, of the nighttime)
Of the nighttime (of the nighttime, of the nighttime)
Curious camgirls
Cruel and kind cherry boys
They were restless for those refills
Superimposed on a green screen
Your aimless web surfing
And arranged brain battling
I just wanted to be R. Crumb
Sitting like a clot in my brain
In the nighttime (in the nighttime, in the nighttime)
In the nighttime (in the nighttime, in the nighttime)
In the nighttime (in the nighttime, in the nighttime)
In the nighttime (oh-oh, in the nighttime, oh-oh, in the night time)
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
In the nighttime
In the nighttime (oh-oh, in the nighttime, oh-oh, in the night time)
In the nighttime (oh-oh, in the nighttime, oh-oh, in the night time)
In the nighttime (oh-oh, in the nighttime, oh-oh, in the night time)
In the nighttime (oh-oh, in the nighttime, oh-oh, in the night time)
(Oh-oh, in the nighttime, oh-oh, in the night time)
(Oh-oh, in the nighttime, oh-oh, in the night time)
(Oh-oh, in the nighttime, oh-oh, in the night time)
(Oh-oh, in the nighttime, oh-oh, in the)