I meant to come back to put out bliss

But the style's crumbling, covered, canned

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

Shifts then gets ruined by you fucking slobs



It’s classical, anyway



I can’t help it, 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



It’s classical, anyway

How cool are you? I remember



I feel sick



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 just plain boring and you bore me asleep



It’s classical, anyway

How cool are you? I remember



I feel sick



Feel sickened



I feel sick



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



It’s classical, anyway

How cool are you? I remember



I feel sick



Feel sickened



I feel sick, in my head