There comes a point to finally ridicule The ways of an unseen hypocritical Rejoicing the living yet mourning the dead Even with all of the world’s uncensored miseries Surprised that not enough jump floor hundred fifty three They get distracted just to forget Think that wrongdoers have time to repent Something has to be wrong with faith Like the red constellations of one’s ugly face (Chorus) Oh, now you say something’s wrong with me Can’t take pills but could sleep eternally Imagine in my so-called fantasy That when a today could not exist You’ll need an antonym of bliss Multiply it by tears End up with a day of my bad year From the head twitching to the self-ticking time bomb No one reads the label “ignorance can lead to harm” Rather pleasure their own ‘till the pants don’t fit Mistakes are meant to be ever so made The worse wouldn’t be born if a fat bitch didn’t get laid I guess that people want to see the end of it Chose the man who’ll down the world from the cockpit We need someone to step in the clutch One who wouldn’t miss the sense of his touch (Chorus) There’s not a set person to blame If it were up to me, I’d hold everyone Knowing they’re nowhere near a zion Don’t worry kids, never put your heads to shame Let’s clear the dust and make a new day (Chorus/Ending)