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...