One slip up, and down the hill he goes.
A slip and a trip and a bing bong boom.
Wouldn’t it be nice to never stub our toes?
Mankind could really use autotune.
Most suffering is from the little things,
Which cause us many tears and send
Us into a frenzy and cause us to fling
Our lives into something we can’t mend.
But if autotune fixes man’s feeble song,
Allowing man to float downstream
Knowing he’ll never hurt and just be,
I’d rather be broken then fixed than live long
Meaningless lives of comfort and content.
For the Lord has mercy on he who repents.