[Verse]

Retarded by visual worlds

Convinced of a certain execution

I've painted my picture

Now I'm through

Hopelessly devoted to me

Queen of the open scene

Be the king of the open scene

Wait'll they get their hands on you

[Chorus]

That sounds unreal

It gives me nervous diarrhea

Sends me right up to my room

Where I play a little tune on my flute

Magic

Rotting back in high school

Fucking picture pages

Fingers up and down

Rocking through thе ages

[Verse]

This execution

This еmpty taste of frustrated poetry

Scientific straining

Heavy with me

Like I'm celebrating solitude

Like a rank and file

I'm like the moon

It's what I'm feeding you

[Chorus]

That sounds unreal

It gives me nervous diarrhea

Sends me right up to my room

Where I play a little tune on my flute

Magic

Rotting back in high school

Fucking picture pages

Fingers up and down

Rocking through the ages

[Outro]

Honesty is not the way

With the knot inside my brain

Body wasting away

I cut it up

Cut my face with a frown

I've forgotten how rotten it feels to be down

Truth is of delusion

Honesty is not the way

With the knot inside by brain

Body wasting away

I cut it up

Cut my face with a frown

I've forgotten how rotten it feels to be down

I've forgotten how rotten it feels to be down