You want me to adapt to the changes you've made
I have to admit it all seems strange
The production is over yet I'm still getting played
You say "even if it isn't broke still fix it"
Let me criticize you your method isn't exquisite
When something sits idol it still runs fine
Maybe you need to change your "open mind"
You want live to amend
It's a world of pretend
Where everything works fine
Leaving no peace of mind
It sounds great on paper
The ideas you layer
It just in fair
To succum to your nightmare