Listen, Don't Listen
Ignorance is bliss
But the ignorance, I miss
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Your ignorance is bliss
We’re all born to die, and die to live
I was born to hide, you were born to give
So give it a rest and give me some space
Or you could hand over a place in the game
I’m sorry your chest is made out of lace
It holds no treasure, only transparent fame
You’re made out of cheese and I’m your grater
I graded your paper and became a “hater”
Yet you reek of burnt plastic and dead personality
And speaking of which, you’re a rotten reality
My sincerest apologies to your mother and father
They gave birth to a pig that grew to be slaughtered
But your ignorant mouth gave the world an ignorant kiss
Don’t ever forget that ignorance is bliss
Your ignorance is bliss!
(2013)
