Mastered by Ordos Mk.0.

People complain
About everything
They say they’re in pain
That they’re suffering
They bitch and they kvetch
They don’t want to be helped
They just want to be held to be felt
To commiserate

What did our evil overlords
Do today
Is it rewarding
To be fodder and prey
The price keeps on rising
But you’re willing to pay
For front row seats what a treat
To commiserate

Chorus:
I’m not your mother
I’m not your pop
I’m not your doctor
Your emotional mop
I’m not your shrink
I’m not your priest
I’m not your rabbi
I can’t bring you peace

What will it take
For you to say stop
What will it take
For the penny to drop
What will it take
For you to rise up
What will it take
For you to say enough is enough

Now that we’re staring
Into the abyss
There’s more to complain about
Oh what bliss
Death and destruction
What did I miss
It’s the pits
Let’s reminisce
And commiserate

We saw it all coming
From eons away
But you chose to ignore it
What can I say
Now you’d like it to end
Now you want it to mend
But you don’t want to bend
You just want to commiserate

Chorus

Look I don’t blame you
If that’s how you’re wired
But I’m so fucking tired
Of hearing you moan
Of hearing you whine
Put your neck on the line
Grow a spine
Or forgive me for
Tuning out the noise

Your way of life
Is non negotiable
They’ll find you a fix
Something magical
But magic ain’t real
I don’t know how to deal
With the way that you feel
And the way you commiserate

You know where to find
Weirdos like me
If someday you decide
You want to be free
Til then have a good life
Of pity and strife
Delight in your plight
In your blight
While you commiserate

I have to abandon
I have to let go
Of any foolish notion
Of promise and hope
And while I grieve
And while I cope
I don’t want your pity
For the misery
You rammed down my throat