Got this somthing lacking attitude
I'm not angry with your point of view.

I know, I know
I'm not sure
I got to go

Give my poisoned eyes
A chance to see your light
My antidote
Of course you know
Whatever

Not much patience soon I'll come unglued
This bitter opus tastes a lot like you.

I know, I know
I'm not sure
I got to go

I'm not sure
I'm not sure