Since I’ve never been afraid to say what’s on my mind at any given time of day, I end up in a position to talk to you and you listen by your own volition.
This is the start of something new, I’m on a mission to put an end to the coalition. Please come up and sign the petition, so I can pave the way for the youngin’s to rise up and take control of this hole you fucking put us in.
But there’s an interference in your head that’s saying you shouldn’t hear it. Who’s this man playin’ with his pots and pans? You view me as a drug addict, like you didn’t experiment? That’s when you get defensive and tell me it ain’t the same! But why are you getting angry at me, I’m not the one to blame. I’m the only one being real with you, It’s up to you if you want to feel the words I write and relate to it or just skim through them. Don’t get all embarrassed, I’ve got better things to do than make you look stupid.
We’ve lost control, the days have blurred with the night.
Why is everyone trying to fight? It doesn’t make any sense.
It’s all over dollars and cents.
People are starting to think we’re in a simulation, that’s the situation you’ve put us in. I’m struggling to figure out where to even begin. There is so much wrong with the way we’re living. I’m convinced that you might not even know what you’re doing? I don’t envy your position, but with your permission, I’d like to offer my assistance. We aren’t meant to do this alone, that’s why they made the goddamn phone. Call a friend, please let’s not let this come to an end.