The more you hold on to your morals The bottom line turns to grey The more you strive for justice The more things seem to work out differently Press the button and drop some bombs Wake them all up There’s nothing wrong with that Even if you destroy something It’ll all be worth it
You look down on me as immature No benefit of the doubt You VIEWERS always look on disapprovingly I’ll show you how I’m not like the others You know!! Here I go The next countdown begins To the corrupted VIEWERS
The more you prefer thrills The more your view becomes distorted As long as you’re having fun It doesn’t matter what you don’t know Press the button and sting them with a little poison Control the poison in the world Nothing you can’t handle Even if you hurt someone It’ll all be for a good reason
The people I make fun of for being weak are the VIEWERS That only ever show up behind a pseudonym They devour the best-tasting parts and promptly leave Thank me and I’ll give you Your next shock
The image they all have of me Is of someone who is always too self-conscious The same heroism with a different rhythm All gathered to bask in a cold pleasure
You VIEWERS seem flippant but really just insecure You want to feel like you can’t be ignored Before you grow tired of me, goodbye I know, how absurd…
You look down on me as immature No benefit of the doubt You VIEWERS always look on disapprovingly Why don’t you all show me how you’re not like me You know!! Here I go The next countdown begins To the pitiable VIEWERS