[Intro]
I went to a Machine Girl show and basically it was a sixty-five thousand years long rave in 30 minutes and I overdosed like a thousand times a second, until I collapsed into a tesseract and got my ass eaten out in the 4th dimension

[Pre-Verse]
Sad claps
'Cause I think you’re it
Not quite alive but not quite dead

[Verse 1]
Suspended animation
Cryogenic salvating, is the new sensation
Brain dead but you got a check
A few hundred bucks step back
A mural of performances
A performance undecodified
When you crash and burn time tends to fly

[Pre-Chorus]
Empty thought, sad sack
Shed a tear, laugh track
Here's your fucking sad claps

[Chorus]
(Sad claps)
(Sad claps)
(Sad claps)
(Sad claps)
(Sad claps)
(Sad claps)
Sad claps
[Verse 2]
A boogiepop phantom from beyond the grave suckin' on a template
And it's dried up and there’s nothing left clawing at table scraps
My condolences to you sir, I give you sad claps
My condolences to you sir, I give you sad claps for your sad claps set