I meant to come back to put out bliss But your 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, you make 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 It's 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 just 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 I feel sickened I feel sick Who the fuck are you anyways, you fuck? It's making sick sense, see how you're sticking out Hardly hoping, you like to please, rise up off the fucking knees I'm about to train you for a second, try to find your fucking heart It's classical anyway How cool are you? I remember I feel sick I feel sickened I feel sick right here I feel sick