1, 2n1, 2, 3nnI want you to know I feel so coldnYou've gone the wrong directionnHeaded for the intersection lightsnnToo bright to seenMakes life so obscenenYou've lost your mind to moneynNow your art lacks all comedic momentsnI'm telling you nothing you don't knownnI want you to read my mindnTake your timenI feel a strange conditionnBrought about by repetitious lifennToo bright to seenMakes life so obscenenYou've lost your mind to moneynNow your art lacks all convincing momentsnI'm telling you nothing you don't know