Dear blackhole, will you read this?
I lost control at the wheel

I watched the oceans drown every city
From my penthouse suite, I leave the TV on
The sound of the chatter keeps me from getting lonely
Yeah all the kids are gone
And I've been swimming in this pool of money
I'm rich like a dead king, they say
My name rings out on those pathetic streets
A hollow sound, a dead wind on the edge of town

I'll make them love me
Or I'll buy and sell their sorry souls
The oil is beautiful - it's flowing
I don't feel empty anymore

I live in cold blood, in a house with a thousand doors
When the boiler growls, a hundred tigers keep me warm
I'll live forever, charge days to my credit card
I own the future, and I own what's left of yours

I'll make them love me
Or I'll buy and sell their sorry souls
The oil is beautiful and it's flowing
I don't feel empty anymore

Dear blackhole, can you hear me?
We lost control, we lost control, we lost control
Dear blackhole, can you hear me?
We lost control at the wheel
We lost control at the wheel