Oh my augmented 5th
Will diminish what's yours
Cause we live inside a structure
Progression in fours
Oh I always just wanted to be
One of the chords
And our beat is always suffering
We're feeling beat down
Cause our heads are always on to loose
To make a tight sound
And our sticks are always shattering
Pieces on the ground
Oh I never wanted to get
As low as the ba**
Cause it's sinking as it's walking
This isn't a race
Oh the hardest part to being good
Is leaving some space
And our vocals would sound pretty good
With an echo effect
But just strip away the plug ins and
It's not what you'd expect
Oh the tone gets so dry and displeasing
But that's what you get