what's up with the thoughts that i'm thinking?
i'm the dirtiest man since abraham lincoln.
i looked down and my hands were starfish
put your mouth on it baby and everything changes
you'll learn something tonight
if you never got your heart broke,
you're not doing something right

what's up with the souls of my victims?
it's like the words they sang, they never listened.
i tuned in to their god damn wavelength
i'm gonna change change things
i know where they went wrong
it's not the music that i hate,
its just the words to their songs

i'm still having fun despite the presence of latex
but i can set my clock to the lyrics they spray next
i looked up and the stars were snowflakes
and i make changes
i know. i want to change what i said
it's not your music that i hate
it's the hole in your head.