The good world is a liar
And I eat it up every time
It said don't worry about my father;
His blood don't run as thick as mine
There's motion on my body
Singing ladada
When I'm broken and she's on me
I know it's all night
Well I was shaken awake again, Oh my god
And I'm sweating up the world, here she comes
And I know the memory, but not where you are
Said I'm lying still, I'm lying still
To my accuser, I owe nothing to you
Slow wind is ruining my day
Sever the future, and die with bruises;
I know mine are clearing up already