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.
