This is all just a ball game
Reds against Blues, fight according to hues
Uniformly enormous, hulking fighting machines
In which we've been sculpted according to what
They tell you to be.
"If you're rich, you're a bitch"
"If you're poor, you're a whore"
We're all swimming around in the same ol' sea!
See what I see.
Feel what I feel.
Touch what I touch.
Love what I love.
See this? This is iron will.
I-ron will.

I.

I can't tell you who I am. Not through this narrow window
That is your computer screen.
Just as I know you can't explain yourself to me.
Typed words are just jumbled lines spilled over the span of white
Furiously put together into recognizable shapes
That'll help us sleep a little better at night.
Don't fear those words.
Let the fuckers bite if you have to.
Speech is irrhythmic song!
Talk with me.

fuck that.

SING with me. Make music with me.
Let's grab our instruments and make these embers glow.
Apply a little bit of soul and a lotta bit of love
And these embers will BURN.
Show me again and again that it's not just me.
We're all fucked up.
Gloriously and unrepentantly Fucked Up.
We're all okay
Aggressively and willingly, we're all okay in the end.

Can I get a motherfucking amen?