Breathe kids, the mold is getting old

It'll dawn any day

The hipster empire of tomorrow

Will fall to the common kids of today

A tight wrist were under their control

With this clinch, were taking on the world

I write down words with lethargic intentions

That spun revolutions of monster asking

They're asking for my, my head on a plate

They're asking for my, my head on a plate

I'm really, really not

I can see it after all I'm not

I'm just trying to breathe

Music back to music

I've been finally coming

They already came home and went

I'm lose lipped now shaking back and forth

Problem fixed, I'm pouring out my soul

I find the right words to express myself

Instead of fitting round pegs and round holes

What a lovely day for a symphony

Full of honesty and integrity

So take this for what it's worth

Originality not's a curse

They're asking for my, my head on a plate

They're asking for my, my head on a plate

I'm really, really not

I can see it after all I'm not

I'm just trying to breathe

Music back to music

I've been finally coming

They already came home and went

They're asking for my, my head on a plate

They're asking for my, my head on a plate

I'm really, really not

I can see it after all I'm not

I'm just trying to breathe

Music back to music

I've been finally coming

They already came home and went