Idolise The Idle

Maybe when the sun comes out I'll find my soul

Buried underneath with crumbs, crust dirt and mould

Sipping Milk and honey to fix my chest,

Because the doctor said you're young theres no time to rest,

When you're cooped up in a box and passed through the line

and the mothers they all laugh as they gulp there wine

Beer bellies are the way to a woman's plate

Serve me up with a candle and we'll call it date

Spreading Fake promises and whispers old

This is a Chinese New Year of the dumb I’m told

we idolise the idle and distribute the dust

Roll me to the wedding to i can sample lust

Of the future of the beholder and his founding itch

Bend him on all fours and make him bark like a bitch

I am the second son of sinner, I’m plagued with this headache

What do I know

Well I know I'm Masterbating my days away

Taking the bins out is my melody

I have a couple comforts that problems that fester on my shelf

You portray this facade because you hate yourself

Well everyone is guilty, on the front of the news

I cannot wait to rid these childhood blues

I am the second son of a sinner, plagued with this headache

What do I know