Uninspired, awful singing, mediocrity.
Words the public tends to use when they're describing me.
And I'd say they're probably right.

But that's just the way it works these days.
I'll fart out some generic chords.
Who listens to the lyrics anyways?

I want you to know, girl
You're perfect in every way.
That's all I could come up with,

So here's a list of clichés.
...
Love shall triumph in the end.

The best is yet to come.
To the victor goes the spoils.
The night is still young.

Believe and you shall receive.
Life is a one way street.
There's a light in the darkness.

Look both ways before you cross the street (Yes he rhymed street with street).
...
I love exploiting all you girls for pay,

And there's nothing standing in my way.
I've run out of things to say,
So now I'm gonna give up and just start singing...

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...I can't think of lyrics so I'm singing nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah.
...
We explore the universe as one

To realize where we're coming from
To reach that place of endless possibilities.
...

What did that even mean?
I don't know but it sounded really freaking artsy...