|Everything I got is old|
Don't know what to do with it
I ain't got those fancy things run by computers
Maybe it's better this way
The past has lived longer than today
New, that's what I want
New, for this I plead
Why does it got to be this way?
I think I deserve it more than others
Why don't I just fry & fry & fry & fry & fry & fry & burn?
Why am I so out of touch?
I can't be with myself anymore
Why can't I be with myself?
Why don't I just fry & fry & fry & fry & fry & fry & burn some pie?
When I go to the store there are people buying things
The store is so clean it's just like new & everything they buy is new
This is new
This is new & I am breaking down
|2000 & 2004 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally|
|Written by Emperor MAR|
August 3, 2000