Directly to my helmet 
Directly to my heart 
Directly to my hairline 
Where do I start? 
It's not like art is just value 
Just try not to argue 
Your work looks good 
Your look works great 
How can I state 
The point of view you create 
It's not too late to resolve it 
And if I can't solve it 
I'll look at the object 
And that's what I'll call it 
How can I respect the opinions of none? 
Directly enhancing the sum. 
Directly to my helmet 
Indirectly to my skull 
If I said I loved it 
Oh, she'd bawl 
I'm not that tall so the impact 
Was more than deserving 
The plastic champagne was the least of unnerving 
How can I respect the opionions of none? 
Directly enhancing the sum. 
Above all, work sucks
I'll tell you it never gets old. 
I'll tell you it never gets old