Trigger Warning Songtext
von Bear the Astronot

I am nothing

Let′s take two things, and smash them both together
You're the bird, and I′m the feather, we always stick together
They try to tell us that we aren't good enough to make our own decisions
But we don't listen, we never like to listen

We tell them to take their big old speakers, and shove them up their Keisters
We were the prettiest Cheer leaders until they caught us under the Bleachers
With a Pot Head Rebel Senior, so fuck your Misdemeanor
I′ve always been Mr. Mrs, and most times I′m neither

So hike up your skirts and show them your dicks
Mr. Preacher is so excited, he acts like he's sick
We are just weird Ironic Mullets, just school kids dodging bullets
Here is a trigger warning, pull it

I don′t get why they keep holding my words against me
Don't they know the alphabet is my favorite penitentiary
I′ve got varietal forms, not for societal norms
Before I signed a deal with the devil, my lawyer looked over the terms


His opinion was firm, it's that, or sleep with the worms
I would have signed it anyway because I yearn for the burn
I never take the right turn, I was born a Sub Culture slut, sluts
Must have been in dad′s sperm

I can feel eyeballs on me digging into my skin
Why did you push out a Square Peg Mom, I'm not fitting in
LGBTQ a million flags, and I'm one of them
Got off the reservation, can′t do the tribalism

You might think that I′m a Macho Borracho
Your language right now could be considered as hostile
You act as judgy, and white as the shit you sniff up your nostril
God painted you a Realism Piece, and made me a Picasso

So take off your robes and show us your souls
Propaganda smells like shit as it starts to mold
We're all, so whitewashed that we′re brainwashed
Just Rednecks chasing Sasquatch
Here is a trigger warning, and you are the mascot

Let's all run to the capitol with guns and bombs
And then quiver with joy as we cum on our stepmoms
Let′s all blab about our history, when our true history is mystery
Here is a trigger, thank god you missed me


So hike up your skirts and show them your dicks
Mr. Preacher is so excited, he acts like he's sick
We are just weird Ironic Mullets, just school kids dodging bullets
Here is a trigger warning, pull it

I am nothing