"22" lyrics
Emboldened and esteemed by excitement and encouragement
The performance of pain predominates my life's prospects
Trapped in tragedy, we tragic, I'm terrified
New year, new me, just as empowered as a nigga is powerless
Shoutout to my stolen people, my single tears, my entire seas
Shoutout sweeping separation from the so-called "punk scene"
Benefits gigs for presidential bids are clearly only strange to me
Stranger still, my written word is real only when I'm blacked out for white to see
The torture told is spun from the gold that all of my stabwounds secrete
Like my wasteful wail of "What I am isn't who I am" at every person that I meet
The post-modern peopleplease
Slamdances sanctimoniously
Against what it thinks it thinks
Its only common enemy
Aside from all the ones it won't allow itself to see
In this environment, affectuating emotional exchanges
Intended to affirm are instead exploitative exercises
In ignoring everyone, the imposed invisibility
Is as equally exhausting as the enthusiasm
The hate begets hate, the love, mistrust
Living numb and loving it in a niche nonplussed!
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Now I'm a jerk and everybody loves me
Now I'm a jerk and everybody loves me
Now I'm a jerk and everybody loves me
Now I'm a jerk, now I'm a jerk
But you dicks couldn't give two shits
Till you could feel like clenching your fists while they stayed in your pockets
But you dicks couldn't give two shits
Till you could feel like clenching your fists while they stayed in your pockets
But you dicks couldn't give two shits
Till you could feel like clenching your fists while they stayed in your pockets
The performance of pain predominates my life's prospects
Trapped in tragedy, we tragic, I'm terrified
New year, new me, just as empowered as a nigga is powerless
Shoutout to my stolen people, my single tears, my entire seas
Shoutout sweeping separation from the so-called "punk scene"
Benefits gigs for presidential bids are clearly only strange to me
Stranger still, my written word is real only when I'm blacked out for white to see
The torture told is spun from the gold that all of my stabwounds secrete
Like my wasteful wail of "What I am isn't who I am" at every person that I meet
The post-modern peopleplease
Slamdances sanctimoniously
Against what it thinks it thinks
Its only common enemy
Aside from all the ones it won't allow itself to see
In this environment, affectuating emotional exchanges
Intended to affirm are instead exploitative exercises
In ignoring everyone, the imposed invisibility
Is as equally exhausting as the enthusiasm
The hate begets hate, the love, mistrust
Living numb and loving it in a niche nonplussed!
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Now I'm a jerk and everybody loves me
Now I'm a jerk and everybody loves me
Now I'm a jerk and everybody loves me
Now I'm a jerk, now I'm a jerk
But you dicks couldn't give two shits
Till you could feel like clenching your fists while they stayed in your pockets
But you dicks couldn't give two shits
Till you could feel like clenching your fists while they stayed in your pockets
But you dicks couldn't give two shits
Till you could feel like clenching your fists while they stayed in your pockets
