[intro] Oh for fucks sake.” “You’ve got to be kidding me!” [verse] Oh, we’re fixing it? Now? Cool. Start with the wrong piece. Pull the wire that’s holding it up. Call it progress. Call it “new direction.” Ignore the fire. Repaint the sign. Smile while it burns. [pre-chorus] Wait. Say that again? Out loud. [chorus] What. The. Fuck. (what— what—) What the actual fucking fuck? (fuck—) What. The. Fuck. (what— what—) What the actual fucking fuck? (fuck—) [verse] Oh this is strategic? Right. Of course. Skip the part that holds it steady. Double down. Send. Big ideas. Zero clue. Applause in the wrong room. Skip the part That makes it work. Smile like you won. [pre-chorus] No— You’re serious? You’re serious now? [chorus] What. The. Fuck. (what— what—) What the actual fucking fuck? (fuck—) What. The. Fuck. (what— what—) What the actual fucking fuck? (fuck—) [bridge] Oh, I get it now, it’s the part where we pivot and pitch it like this was the plan, Spin it and script it and slickly depict it till suddenly everyone can, Package the panic in polished mechanics and frame it as part of the climb, Sell it as strategy, dodge the catastrophe, swear that we’re right on time. And I’m watching you watching the fallout, Nodding like “yeah, that’s the route,” Skipped every signal, dismissed every metric, Now we’re just spinning it out. Another big promise, Another bold headline, Another bright pivot down the drain, Clap for the chaos, Toast to the “progress,” Pop the confetti, Pretend it's a win— Then ask why we’re drowning again. Again— What. The. Fuck. [chorus] What. The. Fuck. (what— what—) What the actual fucking fuck? (fuck—) What. The. Fuck. (what— what—) What the actual fucking fuck? (fuck—) Oh, fuck my life…
