Parking meters
Silent leaders
Wives and beaters
The world is beautiful isn’t it
The birds are shitting
The words are fitting
Fathers are hitting
On anything that has a hole in it
The world is beautiful isn’t it

I’m a solo standing dumpster fire
In a room full of the sane
And I could be losing my mind but
I still look like I’m okay
Oh, life is a ball, sure
It’s a fucking masquerade
Life is a ball, sure
It’s a fucking masquerade

Death threats to teachers
Suicidal dreamers
Exploding heaters
And that’s just when the landlord pays the gas
Freaks in sheep’s skin winning
Somehow it keeps on spinning
Stick to the weak and start limping
It’s money or sleep, you can only pick half
The world is beautiful once you collapse

I’m a solo standing dumpster fire
In a room full of the sane
And I could be losing my mind but
I still look like I’m okay
Oh, life is a ball, sure
It’s a fucking masquerade
Life is a ball, sure
It’s a fucking masquerade

I’m a solo standing dumpster fire
On a block full of the same
And we could be trying to die but
We all look just great
There were prophets and their walls, sure
Hand me the fucking paint
Life is a ball, sure
It’s a fucking masquerade

I’m just kidding
The birds are flitting
My father’s sitting
And praying for me
He’s a good kind man
Who cares too much about gender roles
And his reputation
In which I’ve been poking a hundred holes
Even my dad is struggling to see if the world is beautiful