Quick witted apocalypse
Form fitted, studying scripts
Astrophysicist? We don't know what that is
We don't know what that is
Grown up but still a kid
Blow up my life, what gives
What gives, what gives, what gives
Nothing ever happens
My soliloquy
Barely started raining
Have a nice November
We don't mind the skeptics
Something tragic, things are hectic
Oh, welcome to my nightmare
Oh, woah oh, my colour's getting bleak
Oh, woah oh, however ugly a feat
Ghosts don't make good friends
No, they don't make good friends
Nothing ever happens
My soliloquy
Barely started raining
Have a nice November
We don't mind the skeptics
Something tragic, things are hectic
Oh, welcome to my nightmare
Nothing ever happens
My soliloquy
Barely started raining
Have a nice November
We don't mind the skeptics
Something tragic, things are hectic
Oh, welcome to my nightmare