Lotion

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

It shifts then gets ruined by you fucking slobs

But it's classical anyways

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

And it's classical anyways

How cool are you?

I remember

I feel sick

I feel sick

I feel sick

I feel sick

It's just a bad call

It's so funny how you think I'm so serious, oh but that's not it

The thing is I don't give enough jacks to give a fuck

You're just plain boring and you bore me asleep

But it's classical, anyways

How cool are you?

I remember

I feel sick

I feel sick

I feel sick

I feel sick

I feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

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, like 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, anyways

How cool are you?

I remember

I feel sick

I feel sick

I feel sick

I feel sick

I feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

I feel sick right here

I feel sick right here

I feel sick right here

I feel sick right here

I feel sick right here

I feel sick right here

I feel sick right here

I feel sick