Elisa Lam

Elisa Lam was sooner or later
Soluble in nature, paranomenclature
She's never coming back, no elevator

Now I've been at loss before
There's nothing I've never been able to comment upon
With lies

She's never coming back, he's made it sure of that
Flagg is a monster, at least he's walking out

I've been at loss before
There's nothing I've never been able to comment upon with lies

I punch the numbers in, I read the LCD
How can I be so sure, that she's not fucking with me
Fingers are meant to bend towards the human heart
I've been at loss before
There's nothing I've never been able to comment upon with lies

Hit me a line of spin, another sub within
A colour black as mud, a manna from above
Tuberculosis of Hotel Cecil, of course
It's not a vaccine