[Verse 1]
Down a rabbit hole
We go
As the flames grow higher
For the unbelievers

[Chorus]
Making mushrooms out of men
‘Til she turns them back again

[Verse 2]
To a face of solid gold
Of solid gold
The sycophantic fawners
Sick of a quick-time

[Chorus]
The beginning's at the end
‘Til we turn them back again

[Bridge]
First she'll pull your fingers off
And then she'll pull your toes
And then she'll steal the photos from your phone
But you won't notice
[Verse 3]
Our echo doesn’t hear us
Anymore
It's hanging on a cloth edge
By its fingers

[Chorus]
That beginning at the end
That’s okay, I guess, if you like this kind of, kind of thing

[Post-Chorus]
This kinda thin, thin, thin, thin thing
These kinda mushrooms
These kinda ripples
These kinda ripples
These kinda thin, thin, thin, thin, thin thing

[Outro]
Like this kind of thin, thin thing (Yeah)
Like this kind of thin, thin thing
Like this kind of thin, thin thing
Like this kind of ripples
Like this kind of thin, thin thing
Ooh, ooh, ooh kind of thin, thin thing