They've got your attention
The fat and the furious, and your attrophied legs can't run
They've got your attention
The juvenile jilted, derailing all discourse for fun
They've got your attention
The slapstick insurgents, with giggles and shits and grenades
They've got your attention
Deluders and doxers, self-righteous self-styled renegades
They've got your attention
The groomers and grifters,and they've all done their own research
They've got your attention
Antagonized fanboys, while Nazis and rapists sell merch
All this skillful stimuli, oppression and opprobrium
You'd think I'd riot?
You'd think I'd cry?
Instead I sit here, fucking numb
The village all's on fire all day
And nobody knows anyone
I play to win I came to slay
So come ahead then
One on one
I want to suck on a stone
Taste the salt from the sea
Rest my head in the arms of a tree
I want to swim in a brook
Push my toes in the mud
And forage from berries and buds
I want to graze on some goosegrass
Chew on chickweed, lie down in Norfolk Reed
I want to strip by a stream
Feel my balls on the breeze
Slide my hand in your jeans and squeeze
(Catch me [??])
But they've got my attention at the paperless pulpit
And I hungrily swallow their bait
They've got my attention
With tridents and truthbombs and sidebars and shockdrops and hate
They've got your attention
And they're not giving it back
They've got our attention
And they really, really hate Disney
They've got my attention
And I think I love it
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