Trolley Problem

Cutting up the subtlety, who needs it anyways?

My logic will keep me safe until the end of days

I cut em up, ripped out its eyes, prepared him to be crucified

If everything turns out my way then we just might survive

Oh 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 life.

You 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, c'mon think of the kids!

Accessories born to a life of war crimes

Through logic we'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 get your not an evil person just misunderstood

And all the poverty and misery is for the greater good

Its 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.

You got a new trolley problem that was never really fair

Its not subjective analytics that you never really cared about

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

And the poster boy test subject for the likes of Dunning-Krueger

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

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, find your rhetoric doesn't matter

As we reconstruct the ladder, Hold the tongue of empty chatter,

Not a game of would you rather, Does that fit into your planner?

Through the uncanny valley standing on a box of soap

And a cliff hanging finale complete with 50 feet of rope

You're debating undergrads who are just scared of being shot

Your little questions aren't that clever you're just an annoying little fuck.

You claim 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