head on a plate - bayside

Breathe kids, the mold is getting old
It'll dawn any day
The hipster empire of tomorrow
Will fall to the common kids of today
A tight wrist were under their control
With this clinch, were taking on the world
I write down words with lethargic intentions
That spun revolutions of monster asking
They’re asking for my, my head on a plate
They’re asking for my, my head on a plate
I'm really, really not
I can see it after all I'm not
I'm just trying to breathe
Music back to music
I've been finally coming
They already came home and went
I'm lose lipped now shaking back and forth
Problem fixed, I'm pouring out my soul
I find the right words to express myself
Instead of fitting round pegs and round holes
What a lovely day for a symphony
Full of honesty and integrity
So take this for what it’s worth
Originality not’s a curse
They’re asking for my, my head on a plate
They’re asking for my, my head on a plate
I'm really, really not
I can see it after all I'm not
I'm just trying to breathe
Music back to music
I've been finally coming
They already came home and went
They’re asking for my, my head on a plate
They’re asking for my, my head on a plate
I'm really, really not
I can see it after all I'm not
I'm just trying to breathe
Music back to music
I've been finally coming
They already came home and went