Godzilla will rule you
Somebody should've warned you, and now your city's history
It's just too bad your friends are dead
Erase this
Replace this
It's not what it used to be, and now you'll never have a place like home to rest your head.
She sits on a bench in a park at the end of town
She looks my way; I see her smile is perfect
A perfect smile, a perfect day
A perfect night beginning
Godzilla will rule you
Nobody told me how everything could never be as good as the first time
Erase this
Replace this
Blah blah blah blah blah
Idk
Blah blah blah blah blah
Riiight
I don't want respect after my color's faded
Good things stop happening, and noone gets appreciated
That's all anyone wants; to feel alleviated
Rated, and hated on a scale they created
The first time, we're always exhilirated
Fabricated under-ratedness
Your fate is being graded
Hey that's great
We can fake deviation
Or suffocate
Or break our f**in' legs
Either way
f**
Our lives are just that, and we are responsible
Nobody falls asleep if the story they're reading is more interesting than a dream
So what's your story made of
It has to be good if you know that you could've done more with your life
You stare at the wall and you wait for the phone to ring
Nobody's calling at all