This Is Fine

A failed insurrection
Another bullshit election
Had all the makings of a collective doublethink
While the rest of us
Were left with the feeling of
A crippling sense of doubt, indifference, and defeat

Now the time has come for you to sleep
Rest your mind and just try not to think
This ritual, this frivolous display
A distraction from your own moral decay

A trite exhibition
Of knee-jerk decisions
And shallow pandering to the fringes and elite
But as anyone can see
This cult of democracy
Is nothing more than pomp and scripted pageantry

Now the time has come for you to sleep
Rest your mind and just try not to think
This ritual, this frivolous display
A distraction from your own moral decay

Why do I have to spell it out for you
Every fucking time?
Just look around and ask yourself if
This is fine



Credits
Writer(s): Blake Oates
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