So let me get this straight,
We are on a rock,
Spinning through space
And you expect me to
Give a crap about what
Fucking brands I wear?
Just to clarify,
The planet is burning,
And the fish and the mammals are dying
And i'm supposed to care about your
Shallow fucked up opinion?
War and chaos, dictators and frenzy,
And your lecturing me on who i sleep with,
Who I love, and how I live?
Maybe if you cared more about yourself,
And less about me, maybe, just maybe,
We wouldn't be in this mess.
Peace out mo-fos.
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