I don't like you

Falling

Entice me for a second time today

to realize.

I don't like you anymore.

You're crapping your face.

He's doing his thing.

You're going down the old route.

But I gotta let you repeat, repeat this again, the sound of your voice.

It's free, it's in my patience, that seeps out through the midnight corridors.

Kindly keeping in

Retire to the setting

He's riding in an old familiar cast.

Switchin' as I fear it's far too late

Cause I know I was wrong

I don't like the way you are moving

I don't like you anymore

You cracked on the basis children's dreams weren't going down the old routes.

But I can't let you in peace if you listen to the sound of your voice.

It's me, it's all my patience, I see from through the midnight corridors.

And the stalking of the conifers will escape from these.

We'll take to your trap and bleed like seas, while all your fish live in the sea.

And we swear that you'll think that you see.

Push your pouch, push yourself out, and you'll find that I can't be described as fine.

I'll never be described as fine.