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