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