People of the world Pissing in the same old whirlpools Eating from the same old vines It boggles the mind that we do fine A lifetime in the loop Filling up the same blank spaces Some moot pursuit of truth, hastily abandoned Oh, these things we tell ourselves to feel better Oh, these things we tell ourselves to relax It's not awful at all It's not sick, is it? It's not twisted at all Only a little bit It's not insidious or horrifying Everything is totally fine Follow me online People of the world Sailing in the same dark oceans Miles and miles in single file Heading in reverse directions alone