Like a president caught in shenanigans with the beauty queen
I’m guessing they may not be so innocent as they’d have us believe
Everyday I’ve got so much to say but I’ve been biting my tongue
Trying to navigate through the internet is like swallowing poison
And it makes me wanna hide sometimes

It’s official that we’re in a virtual universe I’m told
Even just to believe that you’re physical is getting kind of old
I’m not trying to abide by conspiracies or listen to the polls
There never was any head on this chicken no matter what we’re sold
And it makes me wanna cry sometimes

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What a predicament
What a predicament
What predicament that we find ourselves in

All the kids in the streets they remind me of much darker times
I’m not sure if history repeats but I’m certain that it rhymes
And it makes me wanna die sometimes

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