Battleship Lyrics

Got sick of it: being sick with it. It's an optional disease for those born of leisure. Born bored, boring becomes you. Hand-me-down games, you know they must numb you. Enjoy life! Eat out more often! You'll sleep tonight - you'll sleep in a coffin. Symptoms subside when the heart ceases beating. Vampire time is all you believe in. So: consturct an airtight alibi. You sink my battleship every time. It's an easy process, step by step, blue screen red blip. You. Sunk. My. Battleship.