Apathy Rush

I get stoned, you go home, less I have to share if your not here
Don’t it feel strange, preaching conformity, to a statistically anomaly
Emotional albino, with a stir fried libido, that’s not to say that I don’t care

I’d rather be trippin, than just flippin burgers and fries and telling myself lies
That the future will include ya and you won’t just be a footnote, meaningless as

Nah, Nah, Nah,
Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah
Nah, Nah, Nah,
Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah

You say cartoons are for buffoons, well I ain’t no brain surgeon, anytime soon
Unless I super, transform, inside of my cocoon
A metamorphous, on many surfaces, that’s not to say, that I don’t care

I’d rather be trippin, than just flippin burgers and fries and telling myself lies
That the future will include ya and you won’t just be a footnote, meaningless as

Nah, Nah, Nah,
Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah
Nah, Nah, Nah,
Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah

Nah, Nah, Nah,
Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah
Nah, Nah, Nah,
Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah