Cursive Get Fixed
This human race must've been fixed
Man is a myth
Written by men
Man is a monster
Under your bed
Man is a germ
Festered since birth
Man is a virus
Set on this Earth
This human race needs to be fixed
Man was a god
Then God was dead
Man is a migraine
Swelling his head
Man is a concept
I strain to accept
Man is a woman
At his best
This human race must've been fixed
What's killing you, it kills me too
This life can feel like a sham
Man is a scourge
Man is a curse
Still, I'm doing all I can
I'm the man, I'm the man…
I never wanted to be
I never wanted anything
These roles were thrust upon us
We had to go and ruin everything
Tell me we're worth something
Tell me it's not all out of spite
The world is turning over
I worry we'll end up on the wrong side
What's killing you, it kills me too
This life can feel like a sham
We are the scourge
We are the curse
I'm sorry for what I am
I'm the man, I'm the man…
