Hear me spit on you, wither I
Remold into gold and bury I from sun

Reborn left to sigh, recure maybe I'll
Be born and simplify the way I lie before

I get bored
I get bored
I get bored
I'm bored

Repent by you and [bad word] to figure out
I burn that gift to you doll and let it shine before

I get bored
I get bored
I get bored
wish for the real one
 [bad word] and confinded, before me on I
And we [bad word] clean, it gets worse, it's more

Get bored
I get bored
I get bored
wish for the real one

Get bored
Get bored
Get bored
wish for the real one