You know, all this talk of finding yourself, being the person who you want to be,

I mean I don’t want to be a pessimist, unfaithful to my humanity,

But the heavens above already see who we want to be,

From the beginning to the end, the heavens above,

Have plotted the course of our life, but the thing is,

Our lord has a personality, we can’t escape,

Conforming to the heavens, there are many things,

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We don’t associate ourselves with, but all work must be done,

And sometimes, we are the right person for the job,

So if you’re wondering, why I’m training another person, I barely know what I’m doing,

Or if you’re ever wondering, why I’m homeless on the streets,

Doing mushrooms, or selling weed,

Or why I must experience all these weird psychological, spiritual questions,

All work must be done, I don’t know, ask your supervisor,

Write a letter to your MLA, why does the world have to be this way,

Organize a protest, against the war,

Denounce, the use of nuclear weapons,

We must all conform to the heavens above,

But fuck man, I’m the same, I don’t like it,

I have a tendency for rebellion,

The machine churns, as the wheel turns,

The river flows, who we want to be,

Our father already knows,

But damn, it grates against my skin,

It makes me horny, yearning to sin,

It makes me hungry, maybe I’ll give it up,

Fall to the abyss, a torchlight in the distance,

The way is set, should we move ahead?