Moonery Lyrics

Lock picked by a service sick

Got rich off a bitcoin blitz

But I found the lord in a group chat

I placed my cellphone on a burning stove

And I let my eyes bleed white and gold

And I read your messages composed from your soul

And I forgave every criminal

I said Alexa, can you tell me a list of all American atrocities

I said Alexa, can you tell me, am I gonna die on my bleeding knees

Cock, spark and the drug takes in

Form slim off a hunger binge

But I found the lord in a group chat

I watched my mother pour cranberry juice

And my phone lit up with the voice of you

And I read your messages as I drank my soup

And from the screen there came beatitudes

Blessed are the stupid

Blessed are the dead

Blessed are the hypnotized

Blessed are the turbid

Blessed are the meds

Blessed are the mesmerized

My warm investments are calling to me

Blessed are the turbid

Blessed are the meds

Blessed are the mesmerized

Blessed are the stupid

Blessed are the dead

Blessed are the hypnotized