Virtuous

Massive massive
Walking on glass
Passive passive
Falling on my ass
Not bad for a human
Rag doll down the hill
Not hurting nobody just get myself killed

Working out to be meek
Devastated by the thought
That recognizing virtue means ignoring so much
Cataclysmic beauty
Complicit with the gods
That sell you slick weapons so that you can get shot

If I locked in a box
And got a rich man’s trash
Dropped in a slot
Would that make me more green
Or would it mean that I taught
A generation of boss
That trash is enough if we’re working for a cause

Little button presses
Fingering the case and
Sending out a message
Full of exclamations
Brimming with contagion
Horror situation
I’m chilling in the basement
My bro’s in isolation
Guilty for the paycheck
Hunger hasn’t hit yet
Give it hundred thousand
My spirit will be wasted
In my imagination
There's no preparation
For the things they’re saying
But it’s gonna come

Trying to be a real good boy, be real good and still make money
Trying to be a wonderful friend, even though I don’t want to see anybody
I’m confused and don’t know what to do
Let’s just promise to never stop trying