[Intro: Produced by ??]

(Yeah)

[Verse]

If you wanna kick it, I’ll give you the bucket

I think you disgusted, but really I don’t think we’ve discussed it

I’ve been sitting in my dungeon with my fingers on buttons

Pushing pistons for nothing, and no one

This isn't succumbing to shit or admitting that fuck it, I'm relinquishing something

(No, I ain’t giving up shit)

I ain’t submitting my function

I’m simply saying that my function is persistently suffering

Consistently self-destructing, all the while pissing on my subjects

Extending hands in my direction

It ain’t they fault that I ain’t grant them my attention

I have devolved and now I’m paranoid as hell

Trying to find a path to trust

But in fear of hurting worse, I would rather self-destruct

This is not a cry for help

That shit isn’t my agenda

This is not a cry for help

This is simply my surrender

See, I used to pride myself

On my spirit that I tend to use to leap to fly past hell

And feel fulfilled as a pretender

You can only run away from yourself for too long

Apartment door blockaded by the letters and the coupons

Made me sit besides myself

Got me so beside myself

'Cause besides myself, nobody knows me quite like myself

I was deeply mistaken that I was ever deep

I got lost and claimed contentment

I'd feel better as a sheep

I saw the rail of life and yet I’d never fuckin' leap

I’d instead just think “tomorrow” as I'd get inside my keep

Not contesting my defeat

I have lost a thousand times

Every time I lost my fucking mind

Somehow my mouth survived

Never did forgive, and yet I let my mountains slide

I would hide behind a mask I dubbed "apathy", I lied

Yeah, of course I fuckin' cared

You just weren’t there to see

And I’m sorry for the blame, truth is I’ve abandoned me

'Cause I been my own enemy, grippin' on the remedy

Kept it from myself, I kept trippin' off that energy

And if you ever felt real sorry you tried

'Cause what you felt, I’ve never really felt

[Refrain]

Sorry you tried

Let the polygon die

It is time that I grow

Melancholy, goodnight!

Melancholy, goodnight!

Oh melancholy, goodnight!

[Outro only present on B-Sides version]

[Outro: Sample ??]

Now let's go around the world in eighty ways in space, as we capture the international flavor of the Seattle World's Fair in the skies

Here are scientific crossroads that symbolise the international spirit of space age tomorrow!