Tilted
I'll die way before MethuselahSo I'll fight sleep with ammoniaAnd every morning, with eyes all redI'll miss them for all the tears they shed
But I'm actually goodCan't help it if we're tiltedI'm actually goodCan't help it if we
I'm actually goodCan't help it if we're tiltedI'm actually goodCan't help it if we're tilted
I miss prosthesis and mended soulsTrample over beauty while singing their thoughtsI match them with my euphoriaWhen they said, "Je suis plus folle que toi"
But I'm actually goodCan't help it if we're tiltedI'm actually goodCan't help it if we
I'm actually goodCan't help it if we're tiltedI'm actually goodCan't help it if we're tilted
Nous et la man on est de sortiePire qu'une simple moitié on compte à demi-demiPile sur un des bas côtés comme des origamisLe bras tendu paraît cassé, tout n'est qu'épis et éclis
Ces enfants bizarresCrachés dehors comme par hasardCachant l'effort dans le griffoirEt une creepy song en étendard, qui fait
I'm doing my faceWith magic markerI'm in my right placeDon't be a downer
I'm doing my faceWith magic markerI'm in my right placeDon't be a downer
I'm actually goodCan't help it if we're tiltedI'm actually goodCan't help it if we
I'm actually goodCan't help it if we're tiltedI'm actually goodCan't help it if we're tilted
I'm actually goodCan't help it if we're tiltedI'm actually goodCan't help it if we
I'm actually goodCan't help it if we're tiltedI'm actually goodCan't help it if we're tilted