Expect the worst
Every time you enter their world
Everyone’s but yours
Expect to die the death
You’ve died a thousand times or two
What’s one more?
Hey you’re still on our plane
That makes you arrogant
Hey our devices spoiled your flesh
How dare you relax
So in the meantime
Here’s an insult
Hope it cuts you up until
All of you’s cold
In the meantime
Here’s a present
Wrapped up in that tiny pocket
Old with dust
We wanna kick you, kiss you
But mostly **** you
Here’s a bone, run and fetch it
Here’s a ball, jump and catch it
We know our eyes don’t fool us
But we refuse to jog your memory
Here’s where it hurts
Singing along to your new hero
Yeah, he sold out to send you
A backwards message
Stay, for what
All you love is a crutch
To ease your endless
Hamlet dilemma