Music Up and bring my neck like we're a wreckage With a little discipline for my pet peeves Yes, my head is like lettuce Go on, take your thumbs in I cannot stop giving up the discipline There's no security Like buckets jingling Me life crashes It's so ingenuity Down to the family tree You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me, you're only ill You're only ill You're an astral waking heart And damn, living is not for two It's only ill Life crashes It's only ill Life crashes What do you ever see? It's the salt and the cream There's more peace of mind In the chamber than my pinky With a little discipline I don't know why I feel So little discipline We're done up here There's no security All this blood is through me Me life crashes I'm a perfectionist And perfect is a stupid thing You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me, you're only ill You're only ill You're an astral waking heart And damn, living is not for two Yes Yes Yes Yes It's me Crying sin It's me Crying sin You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me, you're only ill You're an astral waking heart And damn, living is not for two You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me, you're only ill You're an astral waking heart And damn, living is not for two You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me, you're only ill You're an astral waking heart And damn, living is not for two You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me, you're only ill You're an astral waking heart And damn, living is not for two