Oh, don’t it tho?
Don’t things seem so overwhelming
sometimes
all the time
Oh, woah, woah, whoa, don’t I know
Outnumbered cucumbered ombre’d
Until there’s no color left of the one we used to have
That flag, waving so, so bravely
How you lie, how you lie
Justice, must this upend this, bend, it’s
too easily manipulated by the ones fucking with the blindfold
That money, waving so, so shamelessly
Oh, we are drowning under that sea
Of circumstance, we had the chance, best lance this boil
or it’ll be our last
dance
They’d focus on good but good has a rival
The hate and the shape and the innate spiral
of fear and loathing
of beer and of bloating
of terror encroaching
Better watch out, people,
things about to go tidal
Oh, no, no, no, I know how you play
The martyr with a charter to make me beg and barter
For just that one crust of bread priced by the upper
Time we made a new game
Time we took it outta the frame
You say you know me but how can you when you don’t know my name?
I’m just a number to you
dumb and dumber to you
numb and nummer to you
Look at my lips sayin’ fuck you too
So tell me are you land or are you tide?
One is obviously the loser with nothing to hide
Only one of us comin’ out on top, baby
Next time you want a helping hand
I’ll say maybe
