*Chorus*-I dont mean to piss you off
With things I might say
But when I try to shut my mouth
They Come out anyway
When I speack my mind, thats when we connect
But thats not POLITICALLY CORRECT.
Our heads are so filled with thought
We cant use are imagination
Like a sky so filled with stars
You cant find a constellation
And everyone so sensitive to every bad vibration
We’re so impressing while we’re regressing
*Chorus*
Theres nothing I believe in more