Hey my friend
I've been tripping on those things again
Hey my friend
I've been thinking about that cruel world again
I've been seeing the real side in my head
My friend
I'm trying to drown the sickness
In an open sea of fake happiness
My friend
My calloused heart just can't stand
But I'm not giving up
I'm not giving (giving) up
Hey you from above
We tinies have a heart
Hey you from above
We only want respect nothing more
Nothing more
You from above
I'm trying to drown the sickness
In an open sea of fake happiness
My friend
My calloused heart just can't stand
But I'm not giving up
I'm not giving (giving) up
Tripping on these things again makes my blood
Run cold
Tipping on the blood again
Blooded paws were leading my way
I remember trying to find the body
Hopping no innocent souls were slayed
The violence, we don't have to live
With it
The world's favorite word is kill (and kill and kill and kill)
The world's favorite play is kill (and kill and kill and kill)
The world's favorite state is being ill (and ill, and ill, and ill)