I meant to come back to put out bliss

But the style is crumbling, covered canned

It was sick and no you don't even know how it comes

Shifts then gets ruined by you fucking slobs

But it's classical anyways

I can't help it makes me so sick over and over

It sits stiff bound with no heart

Fine cause this is where the separation starts arising

I can see it coming over your cloud

And it's classical anyways

And how cool are you I remember

Just a bad call, it's so funny how you think

I'm so serious but that's not it

The thing is I don't give enough to actually give a fuck

You're plain boring and you bore me asleep

But it's classical anyways

How cool are you I remember

And I feel sickened

And who the fuck are you anyway you suck

It's making sick sense

Seeing how you're sticking out hardly and hoping money

Please arise up off the fucking knees

And hop off the train for a second

And try to find your own fucking heart