Nothing is real
You’re making everything up
Just like this shit computer
Ain’t a good song writer
I’m just a glitch
A glitch that don’t understand shit
I wish I knew one true thing about you
Was it all my fault
When the twins fell to their knees
Is it my fault that Jews destroy families
I wish I could change things
I mean things that actually matter
I wish I could influence your narcissistic pastor
But I’m just me
Which means I’m nobody
Don’t wanna be anybody
I ain’t got nobody
Was it all my fault
When two old men ran for the same spot
Is it my fault that the color of skin means so much