On Cracker Island it was born To the collective of the dawn They were planting seeds at night To grow a made up paradise Where the truth was autotuned Forever cold And it's sadness I consumed Forever cold Into my formats every day Forever cold In the end I had to play What world is this? In the end I had to play I hurt my soul In the end I had to play I drank too much Nothing more to say I drank too much They told themselves to be a cult They didn't know as many strategies They told themselves to be a cult They didn't know as many strategies On Cracker Island it was raised By the collective from the grave It only came out at night It ate up their paradise Paradise Where the truth was autotuned Forever cold And it's sadness I consumed Forever cold Into my formats every day Forever cold In the end I had to play What world is this? Out there on my silver lake I was not there In the end it will be great In the end I'm like a ship between the tides I saw myself I held on I survived Left in the void They told themselves to be a cult They didn't know as many strategies They told themselves to be a cult They didn't know as many strategies On Cracker Island it will die Forever cold Join the collective in the sky Forever cold And on a shining boat of light Forever cold Go up to paradise What world is this? Where the truth is autotuned And it hurts my soul And it's sadness I consumed I drank too right Into my formats every day I drank too right In the end I had to play Forever cold In the end I had to play Forever cold In the end I'll be okay Forever cold Forever cold Forever cold