[Intro: Produced by ??]
(Yeah)

[Verse]
If you wanna kick it, I’ll give you the bucket
I think you disgusted, but really I don’t think we’ve discussed it
I’ve been sitting in my dungeon with my fingers on buttons
Pushing pistons for nothing, and no one
This isn't succumbing to shit or admitting that fuck it, I'm relinquishing something
(No, I ain’t giving up shit)
I ain’t submitting my function
I’m simply saying that my function is persistently suffering
Consistently self-destructing, all the while pissing on my subjects
Extending hands in my direction
It ain’t they fault that I ain’t grant them my attention
I have devolved and now I’m paranoid as hell
Trying to find a path to trust
But in fear of hurting worse, I would rather self-destruct
This is not a cry for help
That shit isn’t my agenda
This is not a cry for help
This is simply my surrender
See, I used to pride myself
On my spirit that I tend to use to leap to fly past hell
And feel fulfilled as a pretender
You can only run away from yourself for too long
Apartment door blockaded by the letters and the coupons
Made me sit besides myself
Got me so beside myself
'Cause besides myself, nobody knows me quite like myself
I was deeply mistaken that I was ever deep
I got lost and claimed contentment
I'd feel better as a sheep
I saw the rail of life and yet I’d never fuckin' leap
I’d instead just think “tomorrow” as I'd get inside my keep
Not contesting my defeat
I have lost a thousand times
Every time I lost my fucking mind
Somehow my mouth survived
Never did forgive, and yet I let my mountains slide
I would hide behind a mask I dubbed "apathy", I lied
Yeah, of course I fuckin' cared
You just weren’t there to see
And I’m sorry for the blame, truth is I’ve abandoned me
'Cause I been my own enemy, grippin' on the remedy
Kept it from myself, I kept trippin' off that energy
And if you ever felt real sorry you tried
'Cause what you felt, I’ve never really felt
[Refrain]
Sorry you tried
Let the polygon die
It is time that I grow
Melancholy, goodnight!
Melancholy, goodnight!
Oh melancholy, goodnight!

[Outro only present on B-Sides version]
[Outro: Sample ??]
Now let's go around the world in eighty ways in space, as we capture the international flavor of the Seattle World's Fair in the skies
Here are scientific crossroads that symbolise the international spirit of space age tomorrow!