Rules are rules, we bust your tools You either have no use Or put in a box until a screw’s loose Smell they bulls Tell the truth, they comfort you’d Tah ram you for the fun of it ’Til the sun is lit Darkness covers it Rules are rules, we bust your tools You either have no use Or put in a box until a screw’s loose Smell they bulls Tell the truth, they comfort you’d Tah ram you for the fun of it ’Til the sun is lit Darkness covers it Followed it, hollow hit Hit Apollo (shhhh it) Regurgitate, swallow it (it) See, you ain’t watch what I endured You might have a similar memory stored (echo) Not even sure… emotions cascade, I say Blog that to the phone No leaving, stay home The grief I’ve pinned The leaf begins in, in, n So bleach your sins I’m dying Cure no pills though, no pill oh, low, oh I’d need concentrated, yeah, that as my YOLO (oh low) So I’ma pen then, then, then Mixing seven, up again (oh no) see, I paraphrase often as I bend her (her, er) October, November, December You wary ascender (er, er)

Oh where, no end there Deck remember Parry when it’s near, So there, oh lens flare Expect ends here Married it clear, clear Sober up, buttercup Qwerty rows another cut Hustle up, time is up, yup, yup Rules are rules, we bust your tools You either have no use Or put in a box until a screw’s loose Smell they bulls Tell the truth, they comfort you’d Tah ram you for the fun of it ’Til the sun is lit Darkness covers it Rules are rules, we bust your tools You either have no use Or put in a box until a screw’s loose Smell they bulls Tell the truth, they comfort you’d Tah ram you for the fun of it ’Til the sun is lit Darkness covers it Nobody above me, I can feel the wait (weight) Just me, my shadow We share the same hate (hhhhhaaate) The world keeps spinning but it leaves me behind (unwind) Searching for a spark that I can’t seem to find (fffffff fine) Every mirror whispers you’re on your own (owned, own,) A face in the crowd that’s never been known (known, known) I try to fight but the silence screams loud (proud) Nobody but me in this hollow crowd (negative 6 6 6) So, I’ll dance alone in the pouring rain (pain, rain) I’ll sing to the stars to muddle my pain (ay pppppppain) Broke Still standing, I’m not giving in (in, in) When I start to love myself, that’s where I’ll begin n then then then Rules are rules, we bust your tools You either have no use Or put in a box until a screw’s loose Smell they bulls Tell the truth, they comfort you’d Tah ram you for the fun of it ’Til the sun is lit Darkness covers it Rules are rules, we bust your tools