I'm just a kid with a machine gun
loaded with blanks,
I would hold you hostage,
but there's no room in my basement.

I was going to take your wallet,
but I have nowhere to put it,
the hacking was nearly complete,
problem is: my computer just crashed.

yeah, I'd love to spark a joint with you,
but I smoked so much my bong smashed,
I'd drink until I was sick,
but I lost my false identity card.

in losing my false identity,
the person I am, I realised,
is also absent and has fallen through an
invisible hole gnawed at by lies.