[Intro]
Algor mortis, deriving from the Latin "algor" meaning coldness, and "mortis", of death, refers to the second stage of death, where the body temperature of the corpse cools steadily

[Verse 1]
It’s 1am and I’m ambling aimlessly on these lonely streets
Twisting and turning like insomnia
I don’t have no place to be
Hold her tight when you fall asleep tonight
Wish your gut wasn’t right
She said she needed some time
Couldn’t make time for you
Don’t believe her lies
“Do not trust her” was scribbled out on the back of the Polaroid when I misread her hiding her Machiavellianism as acting coy
Can’t feel no joy no more
Always falling in love with hoes
Re-dose after re-dose with hope to 'Stay High' but still always Tove-ing Lo
Woah
What the fuck you mean?
Plagued with this disease
I delay the inevitable -- end of day, we are all alone
Until my soul decays, decompose like the remains of a putrid corpse
Like algor mortis, I’m growing colder
Haru haru day by day what’s left?
There is nothing waiting for me after death
Wish every inhale of this cigarette’s my final breath
Hoping the carcinogens disfigure all the regret for things that I should have said, rotting in my chest

[Verse 2]
It’s 1am and I’m ambling aimlessly on these lonely streets
Surburbia twisting and turning, insomnia, got no place to be
Unrecognisable like a video cassette jammed in the VCR
The magnetic tape melting into black tar
Dripping from the screwdriver
Memories corrupted

[Outro]
Will they miss me when I’m gone?
Will they miss me when I’m gone?
Will they miss me when I'm gone?
Will it matter when I’m gone?