Godzilla will rule you Somebody should've warned you, and now your city's history It's just too bad your friends are dead Erase this Replace this It's not what it used to be, and now you'll never have a place like home to rest your head. She sits on a bench in a park at the end of town She looks my way; I see her smile is perfect A perfect smile, a perfect day A perfect night beginning Godzilla will rule you Nobody told me how everything could never be as good as the first time Erase this Replace this Blah blah blah blah blah Idk Blah blah blah blah blah Riiight I don't want respect after my color's faded Good things stop happening, and noone gets appreciated
That's all anyone wants; to feel alleviated Rated, and hated on a scale they created The first time, we're always exhilirated Fabricated under-ratedness Your fate is being graded Hey that's great We can fake deviation Or suffocate Or break our f**in' legs Either way f** Our lives are just that, and we are responsible Nobody falls asleep if the story they're reading is more interesting than a dream So what's your story made of It has to be good if you know that you could've done more with your life You stare at the wall and you wait for the phone to ring Nobody's calling at all