Lyrics:

Ah

Walk into my room
Ask me jerky questions
Don't mean what you say
Immaculate Conception
Play by the rules
So close to the chest, chest
Show that all's not lost
This is not a test

Stay just as far from me as me from you
Make sure that you are sure of everything I do
Cause I'm not, not, not, not, not, not, not, not
Your academy

The halls are like piss
The rooms are under-lit
Still, it must be nice (nice!)
Such a perfect fit, fit
What's that I hear?
The sound of marching feet
It has a strange allure
It has a strange allure

Stay just as far from me as me from you
Make sure that you are sure of everything I do
Cause I'm not, not, not, not, not, not, not, not
Your academy
Your academy

Maybe you're right
I shouldn't judge
What's wrong or right
It's all too much

I'm not judging you, I'm judging me
My academy
Your academy
My academy
Your academy

Roger
Ertall
Mates