Breathe kids, the mold is getting old It'll dawn any day The hipster empire of tomorrow Will fall to the common kids of today
A tight wrist were under their control With this clinch, were taking on the world I write down words with lethargic intentions That spun revolutions of monster asking
They're asking for my, my head on a plate They're asking for my, my head on a plate
I'm really, really not I can see it after all I'm not I'm just trying to breathe Music back to music I've been finally coming They already came home and went
I'm lose lipped now shaking back and forth Problem fixed, I'm pouring out my soul I find the right words to express myself Instead of fitting round pegs and round holes
What a lovely day for a symphony Full of honesty and integrity So take this for what it's worth Originality not's a curse
They're asking for my, my head on a plate They're asking for my, my head on a plate
I'm really, really not I can see it after all I'm not I'm just trying to breathe Music back to music I've been finally coming They already came home and went
They're asking for my, my head on a plate They're asking for my, my head on a plate
I'm really, really not I can see it after all I'm not I'm just trying to breathe Music back to music I've been finally coming They already came home and went