I meant to come back to put out bliss But the style is crumbling, covered canned It was sick and no you dont 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 seperation 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 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.