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 X4
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 jacks to give a fuck It's just plain boring how you bore me asleep
It's classical, anyway How cool are you? I remember
I feel sick X4
Feel sickened X7
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 X4
Feel sickened X8
I feel sick...right here X7
I feel sick
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