Of course they don't tell you
It's a program

That would just ruin the fun
Wouldn't it?

We have all been the subjects
Of some type of ancestor simulation

You would have thought
He would have retired by now
Sixty-five
And still doing the 9 to 5

Can't they do something different
For a change?

And it's fear that drives us
Isn't it

Afraid of death
And afraid of poverty
Afraid of not being loved
Afraid of not being desired

Just stop being afraid
Love others
And laugh

Laugh at the loneliness

Don't be afraid of
The rude and obnoxious people

Afraid of the emptiness
Afraid of the despair

They'll threaten you
Threaten you
If you name names

Their hidden crimes
What a shame

Wicked deeds
Done in the darkness
Will someday be brought to light

There are no female friends
My therapist lied, alright?

And I'm sitting here typing
And someone will read

Listen to my words
Please take heed

Americans are lonely
And angry too

Poverty and isolation
What to do?

She sits with a big smile
On her face

I dream of powerful women
I want a taste

Of a wet juicy pu*
So good for me

America is in trouble
It's plain to see