Antarctic Stare

Spent some time at the arcade
Watching kids lose their cool
I wear a mask when I sleep
I'm feeling up when I'm down
I'm terrified of my dreams
We're terrified of the sound

Of the diary scenester kids
In the back of the club with instruments and gin

I've got that antarctic stare
When the music hits the airwaves
All this honesty is honestly killing me
Cause I honestly don't believe it

But the bastards will get you down
Get you feeling like you're up when you're upside-down
You're so down