lyrics: flutterbag, butterfly, gas station, bitter wind, fidget pump, phone i drop, fifty whole bucks and my tank half gone, pesto man raves in my head, i'm in debt, all me he gets
It's like a typical elevator music from Monday morning at your hotel's elevator that takes you through both nice things and horror things. It tries to hide the horror with normal tunes but completely fails to leave zero impression. You will be scarred, despite its attempts to seem normal.