"Superstitions" lyrics

I'll be the empty temple
Hiding the empty people
You wanna simp for symbols
We wanna thread the needle
We wanna carve initials
You wanna break the chisel
Ready to start putting the art in the artificial

Why do I feel so empty?
Is it any wonder?

I miss your superstitions
Listening to Joy Division
When you said "this one will give you visions"
And I don't know why all I saw was your closet

They don't got nothing to stop this
Dabble in black magic
Out in this Appalachia
Out in this cul-de-sac-less
They wanna paint the sky with
Only the eyes of vultures
They wanna hide nickels and dimes
We wanna write the culture

Why do I feel so empty?
Is it any wonder?

I miss your superstitions
Listening to Joy Division
When you said "this one will give you visions"
And I don't know why all I saw was your closet

Drop your prompts like some box office bombs
And then choke on the dust till it settles
Bang the drums like some old 80's toms
Like the ones that made Collins so special

I miss your superstitions
Listening to Joy Division
When you said "this one will give you visions"
And I don't know why all I saw was your closet

I think about that missing
Summer with no supervision
And wonder if we switched dimensions
Cause I know all I can recall is your closet