According to my dreams, you have a stiff box,
it's a nightmare with how you hurt me
You've become something ugly to me
A washed up reminder, a *****
So behold the prophet,
I'm no longer a slave to your fondling mind

Post-excitement day, I'm overjoyed because
I'm glad to see you stuck in your head
There was no real day when we died, only the realization after
The cost of you was ineffective
You're a leech stuck on a giant sugar cube
I'll leave and let you play with that,
and waste yourself well