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