This is bliss The very top and bottom Ignorance The falls comes after autum Makes no sense How did I get here Am I in the Ditch Did I rip the stitch This is death The final exhale never Saves a breath From tar filled lungs why don't you Save the test I'll never pass you by, yeah This is risk You may not make it out now Let's be quick Time moves without a sound Hypocrite That's what they call me Well I'm sick of it And so tired of this Stop and sit That's what they told you Don't you Ask again But you just had to know that Things were fit Forever lost in bliss, yeah