Mr. Met

God made us rational Thought made you stereo I think of you today Boy, what an A-hole You made me spare Like used software I will not join you Friends made you sensitive Loss made us idiots Fear makes us critical Knowledge is difficult You made me spare Like used software It will not bring you Fear makes us visual Life made you beautiful Hate makes us powerless Turn on your radio You made me spare Like used software I will not follow you Sleep makes you possible Doom made this laughable Night made a day like this Love made a festival