Wo Bu Zhi Dao

Sharks, sharks -

Sharks in my head.

Sharks in my head.

Sharks in my head.

And this machine -

tied up from beating.

Sharks in my head.

Sharks in my head.

Sharks in my head.

Sharks, Sharks -

Sharks don't say they miss me.

It's not meant to be.

No air to breathe, it's no longer stainless,

just save the nice words for later

when I'm waiting patiently enough for timelessness.

How? These sharks in my head.

I'm breaking lots of my bowls now,

when you tell me you miss me -

I set you free.

Sharks in my head.

The air you breathe,

it's no longer stainless from me.

There'll be no doubt -

except for me -

'cause I was shot down by stupid.

You'll help us feel so in control.

And this machine,

it is tied up with beating -

Why did no one tell me?

Sharks in my head.

What the hell am I talking about?

End Rant.