New Plan(et)

Vice grip, vice grip

I can't stand this plan-et any longer
My head feels like its in
A vice grip

I think I need a new plan
But I don't know what it is
I think I need a new plan-et
On which to live
I think I need a new plan
But I don't know what it is
I think I need a new plan

In the morning
When you call me
And I try to get out of bed
In the morning
When you call me

I think I need a new brain
This one's gone off the rails
I think I need a new one

I think I need a new self
This one has got no sails
I think I need a new one

If I'm not going to impress you
Then take me in to the restroom
If I'm not going to impress you

If I'm not going to impress you
Then take me into aggression
If I'm not going to impress you

It's fun to listen to music
And hear how they get into
The things they sing

But my voice is closed like a tulip
Before it's even blossomed
So I don't want to hear a thing

My inner voice is like
A fucking molotov
And I just swallowed it all
So now I touch myself
Try to get myself involved
But I've just given it all away
To hateful parasites
Ugh oh
Hateful parasites
Hateful parasites
Hateful parasites

If I'm not going to impress you
Then take me in to the restroom
If I'm not going to impress you

If I'm not going to impress you
Then take me into aggression
If I'm not going to impress you



Credits
Writer(s): Noah St. John
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