Lyric

You may say that no more sorrow wanders

You go on, sell it to the man who has no fight

You may say that you don't know the borders

And your cause relays cause it'd sell well over time

You may say you ain't plan it like a slave

You may say you will fly it like a jetplane

So I've been stranded by your mission and we need medication to be sane

There is no regulation for your saturation once again

Your wink is full of bitches, you got the wacky wishes on the brain

So overtaxing mentally, all is mandatory

On your train

You may say I should relieve the grieving

You go on, sell it to the man who lives in well

You may say "bet what you've been given if you ain't bet yours, they ain't bet theirs as well"

You may say you ain't plan it like a slave

You may say you will fly it like a jetplane

So I've been stranded by your mission and we need medication to be sane

There is no regulation for your saturation once again

Your wink is full of bitches, you got the wacky wishes on the brain

And my life is drifting, drifting in your kitchen

Once again