The situation is just never getting better

And they're talking about progress and they're talking about faith

They talk about helping and they talk about family

They talk about their mental health and talk about money

They talk about disorders and they talk about trauma

Talk about equality and talk about their needs

They talk about identity and talk about desire

And where the fuck does that leave me?

Strung up high

When the ground gives way

Where do I stand

Cut down the narrator of all this

Crush all our hopes and illusions

As the ground goes its separate way

I'll stand void

It's never ending we pretend it's going well

Everyone has an opinion everyone will use their voice

Everyone is now an expert everyone is misinformed

Everyone believes they're right everyone's a snowflake

Everyone is now offended; everyone just types away

Everyone lives in a bubble everyone is in a cage

Everyone's in a soliloquy there is no problem solving

Private sphere's dissolving stupidity's evolving dilemmas are revolving

And where the fuck does that leave me?

Strung up high

When the ground gives way

Where do I stand

Cut down the narrator of all this

Crush all our hopes and illusions

As the ground goes its separate way

I'll stand void

Stomp down the narrator of all this

Build up our hope and illusions

As the ground goes its separate way

We stand void