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 and how cool are you i
remember 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 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 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 fuck 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.