Oh, look at me, I'm so clever and witty
Begging for cash from the internet committee
For being a clown in the digital city
(But deep down I know that I'm not really pretty)

Isn't it funny? Isn't it sad?
That you're all entertained by my spiral going bad
You tune into Fox News, believe the Earth is flat
Dinosaurs are God's prank, and the moon landing's a fad

Capitalism's killing the planet, but who cares?
We're too busy scrolling through endless nightmares
Your room's a disaster, just like your mind
Clean it up, buddy, before you're left behind

And here we are, in the middle of this song
Pretending we're not part of what's going wrong
But hey, at least we're self-aware, right?
That makes it all better... right?

Isn't it funny? Isn't it sad?
That we're all so depressed, but at least we've got ads
To tell us what to buy to fill the void inside
While the world burns down, but at least we tried

(Clean your fucking room...)