Baxter

Milkman in your burgundy and white van

Aid me in my efforts to abuse you

Implied are the efforts are my way

And past your eyes go the memories

Of days gone by

Vanities of you and I colliding

Is felt only by the two of us

Green rivers and packages for hiding

The self-serving are perfectly impossible to open up

Without

Technological intervention

Technological intervention

Technological intervention

Technological intervention

I'm sending out my signal

And it takes up thе keys, yeah

So open up your filеs

And release this disease