What we're in for...

Times were I thought I was just a strange boy

Until God said, “Fuck that, here’s some dysphoria”

And I didn’t really understand why some asshole cloud 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 is taking toll

And I’m just sore for what I'm in for

Times were the worst was yet to come by

Until 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 naïve

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

The world is merely circumcised

And I am no longer surprised

The status quo is taking 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

No urgency in jaded shoulder-shrugging

The world has been capitalized

I wish I could say I was surprised

The status quo is blowing smoke

And I just cope with what we're in for