monotone

roll over monotone, i've got something to say to you, i can't speak in stereo, and i don't want you to be confused, there's no need to analyze, there's no need to form an affliction, you're so bored and paralyzed, as you're making another excuse, i can't handle it, i'm intolerant, i rip off my shirt and i deal with it, i won't throw a fit, i don't give a shit, i fall flat on my face in the back, of this one, collect me monotone, 'cuz i think i'm fallen to pieces, i'm so strange, you should've known, while i lick all the salt off these wounds, for this one, i'm hating myself for, i want nothing else more, we have such a strange design