[Chorus]

Non-system nine to five rhythms

Dry to [?] I've defined slipping

Morn' headache, jump to porn; headshake

I've conformed deadweight

Time to make my bands straight

Non-system nine to five rhythms

Dry to [?] I've defined slipping

Morn' headache, jump to porn; headshake

I've conformed deadweight

Time to make my bands straight

[Bridge]

Some people would never go crazy

What truly horrible lives they must lead

[Verse 1]

From the beginning of time I've constructed a rhyme

Schematic to the caps of saint pseudo hip-hop faggots

In the mist of tragedy, shakespearean magic

With an infamous infantry, the anti antihistamine

Perpetuating allergies and shrinking lung capacity

Savagely and passively maestroing the battle scene

And shipping [?] until aspect creating the insanity of casualty

Casually speaking thought

I was built not bought from a doctor that first made the Gundam walk

[?] and caught my eye if it we're a Sketch dash color

Should be a warmer summer near a beach with no other person surrounding

In fact worshiping a very treaded ground

Singing the melodies up the heaven that humans seek to be found

While you reach for the sky I reach for the sound

That will eventually be the rocket ship to carry these bounds

[Chorus]

Non-system nine to five rhythms

Dry to [?] I've defined slipping

Morn' headache, jump to porn; headshake

I've conformed deadweight

Time to make my bands straight

Non-system nine to five rhythms

Dry to [?] I've defined slipping

Morn' headache, jump to porn; headshake

I've conformed deadweight

Time to make my bands straight