| Mornin' and dizzy | |
| Shaken and awaken | |
| Not such a good start | |
| my head not very clear | |
| Starvin' and lookin' | |
| Kicken' at these empty boxes | |
| Where's my cereal? No room for cherry-pickin'. | |
| Crampin' reason | |
| Floodin' guesses | |
| Here's the pseudo-bread | |
| Puttin' it on a chipped plate | |
| I've eaten the side I can see | |
| What's inside? Not yet | |
| I line of glasses, you're made to buy them. | |
| Who made you buy them? With these designs that everyone knows. | |
| Shut the fuck up, I already knew that! | |
| (the water in the glass goes silent) | |
| Shut the fuck up, I already knew that! | |
| (The water in the glass spills out.) | |
| You think you see, well what do you see? | |
| It's me that I see now | |
| "Generally" is doubtin' | |
| "Basically" is betrayed | |
| "Better than nothing" is not fun | |
| I've eaten the side I can't see | |
| What's inside? Insane butter | |
| La la la, betrayed it. |