(One, two, three, four)

Cutting off the subtlety, who needs it anyways?

My logic will keep me safe until the end of days

Cut him up, ripped out his eyes

Prepared him to be crucified

If everything turns out my way, then we just might survive

'Cause you're a big, strong man, a thinker, and a saint

You've got big, big plans to justify your hate

You're a phony and a pessimist, a far cry from a scientist

You'll jump through hoops to justify the loss of human lives

You've got a new trolley problem that'll put us to the test

And a modern-day interpretation of the fate of Sisyphus

Your blood is formed from your echo chamber corner of the internet

A walking Frankensteined amalgam, human Ship of Theseus

Exceptions to everything on the list

"You can't be yourself, come on, think of the kids!"

Accessories born to a life of war crimes

Through logic, you'll find you should take your own life

You're not playing devil's advocate, you're simply just

An attention-starved contrarian that's overwhelmed with lust

I guess you're not an evil person, you're just misunderstood

All that poverty and misery is for the greater good

It's nihilism, stoicism that controls your thoughts

Well, it would be, if you understood the concepts that you flaunt

I don't think I'm making progress, I don't think I'll change your mind

So by your own logic, it'd be better if you died

(Whoa, oh, oh)

(One, two, three, four)

(Whoa, oh, oh) hey, hey, hey

You've got a new trolley problem that was never really fair

It's not subjective analytics that you never really cared

You're an idiot, a liar, a stupid fucking loser

And a poster boy to subject for the likes of Dunning-Kruger

You claim it's possible, not probable, to get under your skin

That's because you see communities as just a game to win

The means of production can't be seized through automatics

I don't need a lecture on the benefits of new eugenics

If morality is subjective by its own definition

I guess it's fine that we shoot at any sign of opposition

"Please, don't blame me! I was just following orders!

I was told to kill and maim anyone looking at the border"

Someday you'll reap the seeds you sow, when you find yourself alone

Clean the glass walls of your home, then go back to throwing stones

When the world begins to shatter, when your rhetoric doesn't matter

When we reconstruct the ladder, hold the tongue of empty chatter

Not a game of "Would you rather", does that fit into your planner?

(God, you really believe all of that, don't you?)

(Oh, boy)

(Whoa, oh, oh)

(One, two, three, four)

(Whoa, oh, oh) hey, hey, hey

Through the uncanny valley, sitting on a pocket stove

And a cliff-hanging finale, complete with 50 feet of rope

You're debating undergrads, you are just scared of being shot

Your little questions aren't that clever

You're just an annoying little fuck

You claim that it's a "free country", citing freedom of speech

Yet complain the game is rigged when you even hear the word "impeach"

If your crusade is so righteous, and you can put me in my place

Prove to me, you're not a coward and just say it to my face