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crickettheguy - trolley problem كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(one, two, three, four)
cutting off the subtlety, who needs it anyways?
my logic will keep me safe until the end of days
cut him up, ripped out his eyes
prepared him to be crucified
if everything turns out my way, then we just might survive

’cause you’re a big, strong man, a thinker, and a saint
you’ve got big, big plans to justify your hate
you’re a phony and a pessimist, a far cry from a scientist
you’ll jump through hoops to justify the loss of human lives

[verse 1]

exceptions to everything on the list
“you can’t be yourself, come on, think of the kids!”
accessories born to a life of war crimes
through logic, you’ll find you should take your own life

you’re not playing devil’s advocate, you’re simply just
an attention_starved contrarian that’s overwhelmed with l_st
i guess you’re not an evil person, you’re just misunderstood
all that poverty and misery is for the greater good
it’s nihilism, stoicism that controls your thoughts
well, it would be, if you understood the concepts that you flaunt
i don’t think i’m making progress, i don’t think i’ll change your mind
so by your own logic it’d be better if you died

[chorus]
(woah, oh, oh)
(one, two, three, four)
(woah, oh, oh)

[instrumental]

[verse 2]
you’ve got a new trolley problem that was never really fair
it’s not subjective _n_lytics that you never really cared
you’re an idiot, a liar, a stupid f_cking loser
and a poster boy to subject for the likes of dunning_kruger

you claim it’s possible, not probable, to get under your skin
that’s because you see communities as just a game to win
the means of production can’t be seized through automatics
i don’t need a lecture on the benefits of new eugenics

if morality is subjective by its own definition
i guess it’s fine that we shoot at any sign of opposition
“please, don’t blame me! i was just following orders!
i was told to k!ll and maim anyone looking at the border”
someday you’ll reap the seeds you sow, when you find yourself alone
clean the glass walls of your home, then go back to throwing stones
when the world begins to shatter, when your rhetoric doesn’t matter
when we reconstruct the ladder, hold the tongue of empty chatter
not a game of “would you rather”, does that fit into your planner?

(god, you really believe all of that, don’t you?
oh, boy)

[chorus]
(woah, oh, oh)
(one, two, three, four)
(woah, oh, oh)

[verse 3]
through the uncanny valley, sitting on a pocket stove
and a cliff_hanging finale, complete with 50 feet of rope
you’re debating undergrads, you are just scared of being shot
your little questions aren’t that clever, you’re just an annoying little f_ck

you claim that it’s a “free country”, citing freedom of speech
yet complain the game is rigged when you even hear the word “impeach”
if your crusade is so righteous, and you can put me in my place
prove to me, you’re not a coward and just say it to my face

- crickettheguy

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