Oh Sylvius, you hear what you want to hear
The fact of the matter's not getting in your ear
So pass the time
For a while
Day
After day
The night and day
Become the same
Then you die
Well, we all die
So come with us. It's post-truth, have no fears
Walking on your egg shells every time you're near
Won't you calm down
Before you drown?
In hate
So much hate
It's okay
You'll have your way
Before you're gone
And we're all gone
We'll be dressed up bones 'til the cows come home
'Cause you dropped your holy hand grenade down the rabbit hole
Is it you or is it me that have been acting weird lately?
You can have that archetype, I'll stick to recency
Oh, Sylvius. Split from ear to ear
The Glasgow smile for your brain, does it make you happier?
Possibly
Plausibly
But not me
Oh, but not me
Oh Sylvius, you hear what you want to hear
The fact of the matter, well it's fallen on deaf ears
Won't you calm down
Before you drown?
In hate
So much hate
It's okay
You'll have your way
Before you're gone
And we're all gone
Now I think that you and I should go our separate ways
There's nothing nice for you and me to say
Yeah I really think that you and I should go our separate ways
With nothing constructive for you and me to say