It's automatic (2026)

I’m not any good with all these people It’s automatic, I talk with myself I stand in society with all these people I’m designed to flee from humidity When we go over to your mom’s house I wanna turn around and just leave I question my very personality I don’t belong here any fucking way Monsters were always inside of me I think of all of the qualifications Listed for a place in your family I no longer posses the emotional drive Required for a role in the gentry I have very few in me anymore Each fiber of my very being Rails against my own hypocrisy And with my thesis my reasons begin to bleed I lust for the beatings that I once knew I love you for what you put me through I hate myself for what I always do I hate you, run away, and be brand new My head’s spinning, why do I have to pay this price Darkness is beginning, I can’t find the fucking mice My perversion, our wires have been naughty spliced Your sickness is my fucking vice Saturday I just wanted to mow the lawn Playing chess with nothing but pawns God told me I had this coming all along So please tell me what I did wrong I’m not any good with all these people It’s automatic, I talk with myself I stand in society with all these people I’m designed to flee from humidity