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