American Bachelor from American Machine by Shark Jackson

I've got a new car
I've got a television
I feel the warm glow
Of my finance decisions
And would you walk it out, with me child?
I'll be your scientist, you can be my empty vial

(I never thought he would leave me, but one day he was just... he was just gone and that was it)

I've got a new car
I've got a television
I feel the warm glow
Of my finance decisions
And would you walk it out, with me child?
I'll be your scientist, you can be my empty vial

Because we're drunk, on blood and power
Taste is cool and sour
Drip of blood just tips my breath
Sweeter than success or death
And I've been feeding
While the world was sleeping
Didn't think I'd lose a step
Cheated death ran out of breath

Don't stop. Don't stop.
Don't stop.
Look in the mirror, I'm a man, don't need to see
I'm built, as a running engine
Drive you home to the monster in me.
I'll drive you home.

Money, money, money
Who's got it?
Money, money, money
Everybody wants to see

One day, I'm gonna clear all the monsters out of here.

• Electronic
• electropop
• experimental pop
• post-club
• Shipshewana