I See You

I am plastic floating in the sea
I am the death in custody
I am the clap that brought you to your knees
The humming of a million wires

I see you
I see you
If you’re gonna get upset over nothing
I’ll give you something to cry about

I am the cock, the soul, the internet
I am good fortune for the fortunate
I am the religion of the dollar
Medula Oblangata

I am the criminal who wrote the law
I am condescension to the poor
I am transgenerational trauma
And Russians sweating in a sauna

I see you
I see you
If you’re gonna get upset over nothing
I’ll give you something to cry about
I’ll give you something to cry about