killing my vibe
Singer:eleventyseven
whoa-oh. '70s sci-fi future just sent us the bill
we're all sedated and relatable and ready to chill
you took away my drive but you gave me all of the feels
i got a hi-fi handle on all of my business
is that the future so bright? oh
we got the alchemy to turn tiny problems to trauma
i'm sending every last positive thought to your drama
but you're killing my vibe
why can't you let these sleeping drones die?
whether you're magic or muggle
jacked up on cold fish and attention-deficit pills
we're just some grown-ass kids who don't know how to deal
whoa-oh. we got the map to the backyard bones that ya buried
down in some stay-at-home mom's and pop's secretary
wake up to serving a savior hell-bent on destruction
fist of itchy trigger fingers next to the button
why can't you let these sleeping drones die?
whoa-oh. whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
whoa-oh. you're killing my vibe
why can't you let these sleeping drones die?