Pessimism as Denial -

Why don’t we ever help those we have hurt?

We’re so concerned with what we think we deserve

We all hate each other and no one gives a fuck

Even though we know it won’t do us any good

We’ve reached a point where the idea isn’t important

Where the currency is worth more than the purchase

And our opinions come from the cheap feelings of convenience

That’s just how it goes

There’s no sign of hope

Why don’t we ever help those we have hurt?

(We'd rather have our hands around someone’s throat)

Everyone hates each other

And no one gives a fuck

Even though we know it won’t

Do us any good

We’re surrounded by prophets

Who think spilling their guts

Is the same thing as giving blood

We’ve eaten all the animals

We’ve burned down every tree

We’ve done so many wrongs

Any excuse for these awful things

While the armchair activists and contrary fanatics

Fight over who cares more about caring less

And some say, a peaceful protest

Is nothing but a white flag

While others claim they aren’t racist

Say it’s just the way they were raised

And they carry on and on this way

While we all remain enraged

And nothing fucking changes

This system doesn’t work

The world is better without us

This system doesn’t work

We are better without us