Breathe kids, the mold is getting old
It'll dawn any day
The hipster empire of tomorrow
Will fall to [bad word] kids of today

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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
They already came home and went