Lotion

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

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, 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

I feel sick

I feel sick

I feel sick



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 hoping, money, please arise up off the fucking knees

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

I feel sick

I feel sick

I feel sick



Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened

Feel sickened



I feel sick in my head

I feel sick in my head

I feel sick in my head

I feel sick in my head

I feel sick in my head

I feel sick in my head

I feel sick in my head

I feel sick