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.