yeah, you coming to me, you ask for assi-stance, but you can't even get me to li-sten, I guess our opinions are diff-rent, what can I say, you speak too slowly, it annoys my brain, you move too awkwardly, you're so un-safe, you're so fucking uncoordinated that it's a miracle that you even have a brain, how do you live, like, this, how are you so, use, less, how do you cope with your-self when you can't make up your mind on who that, is? *do you know who you are* *meant to be-eee*, *do you know that you a-aaa-aarentt, me*, *do you know who you a-aa-aare* *like me-eeeeee*, or are you a little too late, *to* live that dream, I guess that I need a system, a way that I can work this out, I'm just letting this go through my system, and then I'm a turn around, and say, say, what do I say, how do I play this, how do I stay, how do I cope, without my fate, without a reason, to escape, my hearts bleeding all over the place, my souls escaping me, I'm finding it hard to keep believing in anything, what's left for me anyway, but heartbreaking misery and pain, whats the good of me anyway, who the fucks going to relate? I'm too strange, I'm a Stranger, stranger danger, danger, danger, danger will Robinson, you better get outta here son, shits about to get real strange in a big way, and every mother fucker gonna relate this time.