There is a fresh cream cake

It gets old and dry

They change the fruits on top

Amd say it’s made anew

Telling me to believe it too

 

There you are right here

But they shout at you and cry

As if they can’t hear

Listening to every chances

To quit it altogether

 

They don’t drink, don’t have sex

Wearing suit and robot smile

Speaking in a literary style

Thinking “I look so sincere”

I’m telling you, they look so idiot

 

You are dead, you are made

By billions of nerds following you

Please don’t tell me you’ll pray

Fuck you Jesus,

I don’t trust you

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