individuality

whatever you want

you got it

whatever makes you happy

you can't ruffle any feathers

and don't forget to stir the gravy

but even though i'm used

it's all part of appropriation

you try to hide the truth with your procrastination

but individuality's to rise on your cottage

suiciety

it never reaps the harvest

you never gonna get it big

the time and the place plays

keep on moving on like the ocean

so wipe that fuckin' stupid look off their face

'cause it's just like i imagined

and everything i do

just adds the artist's satisfaction

but then you look at my ideals

to feed your morbid fascination

well

individuality's to rise on your cottage

yeah

suicide-suiciety

well

it never reaps the harvest

you're never gonna get love

you're throwin' it all away

i just can't get enough

no satisfaction

well

individuality's to rise on your cottage

but their suiciety

well it's never gonna reap any harvest

well

your individuality's to rise on your cottage

their suicide-suicide-suiciety

well

it never reaps any harvest