Twelve

Lack of passion and stress statistics Twelve consultations with vague acquaintances Here is my report Our lives are so great And you're just, just, just my friend Cut Face my enemies Cut You numbskull Cut Are you even real? You're stuck in mud Cut Learn from my enemies Darkest moments Wait for the epiphany Then learn Same pattern Same pattern And if you want to be part of my life You have to pay the price Go round and round in circles Order loads of Ritalin How can I lie And rest my face? Cut Face my enemies Cut You numbskull Cut Are we even free? Forever stuck in gravity Cut Learn from first degree As a matter of fact I walk fast Run from invisible forces Nothing worth Carbon monoxide While searching for Intelligent words Presence as a fire breather Cut Face my enemies Cut You numbskull Cut Cut No-win situation We're stuck in lust Cut Cut Cut