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.