What we're in for...

Times where I thought I was just a strange boy

'Til God said "fuck that, here's some dysphoria"

And I didn't really understand why

Some asshole clown king thought I'd look better with body dysmorphia

Now can it be because it's all random

And if there's a God, he can't fathom empathy

Now I know you're probably wondering

Why I'm still whining

It's not just about me and my misery

The world is merely compromised

And I am no longer surprised

The status quo has taken toll

And I'm just sore for what I'm in for

Times where the worst was yet to come by

Then folks said "hey, bitch, why don't you hold my beer?"

And it's never really quite clear why

The same folks who preach peace would never wash feet

And rather serve the lord with fear

Now I gotta say it seems counterproductive

And if it really works, then why don't we live in harmony?

Now I know you're probably pondering

If I'm more than just naive

This long-held strife won't end within this life

The world is merely circumcised

And I am no longer surprised

The status quo has taken souls

And I'm just sore for what you're in for

We all feign to be pals and allies

Under the guise of networking

The end times don't come as a surprise

The world should see in dread or shoulder shrugging

The world has been capitalized

I wish I could say I was surprised

The status quo is no smoke

And I just cope with what we're in for