[Verse 1]

I'm desired like a space heater in a warm room

At arm's length to close the connection? No thanks

A simple coexistence with not being wanted

Like a little mushroom chilling in the forest, I flaunt it

Inter-needs net, I reflect in context

Solemn silence intellect

I'm decided no one's pet

And like a schizophyllum commune should the polar maiden set

I've got thousands of genders, but a Nazi bitch I ain't yet

The fascists feel safe to bare their canine teeth

I bare them back unafraid and then I speak

My pronoun's pronouns are they/them if it's all the same

Their name is he/him, but the distinction remains

And that's my introduction, in short, I'm not him

That's my pronoun's name and theirs are they/them

[Skit]

(Ahh—look at your face)

[Verse 2]

Now I can feel your annoyance and it's something that's tribal

To your podcast sanctum of manosphere white survival

Clothing rational you can't afford to reconcile

Because reason is a verb and not a gossip juvenile

Prayers comprised of logic, bitch, with empathy removed

Said aloud, they pop off proud, which proves you're one of the dudes

Looking down on trans folks, seeing race like a menu

Big talks about women and what they won't consent to

And that's how you cope with your phobias

It's all simple in scope to ya, like the bad guy in a [?] dystopia

But there could be hope for ya

We're going on a field trip to rope in the concept of empathy over ya

It packs a punch and it might seem all scary

If your knowledge of emotions is just the dictionary

See, way back when Cap'n Crunch was Oops! All Berries

The message on those channels was "Boy, don't be a fairy"

"Feel your feelings" was taught to be a weakness

And geek shit for boys made them freaks lest they peek this

It wasn't new then, today it's by the same token

The Hulk Hogan to Joe Rogan pipelines are broken

To those younger than the cereal ad hailstorm

It seems proper to normalize fascist mustard uniform

And PETA got a hard-on for the way I'm setting up on these clowns

I'm like a non-profit by the way I'm putting these dogs down

I'm like a non-profit by the way I'm putting these dogs down

[Chorus]

So I'm hitting with words instead of sticks and stones

You're not an NPC drone, so can you hear the message and tone?

I'm hitting with words instead of sticks and stones

You're not a drone, can you hear the message's tone?

You're the reason you're alone, but I'll throw you a bone

You're not a drone, so can you hear the message's tone?

No matter what I say it's like I'm talking to a stone

I guess no one's home, I'll leave a message at the tone

[Skit]

(The alpha-male concept you are trying to reach has never been in service to anyone. Please hang up and try anything else. Wait, that's fascism!)

[Verse 3]

And as you step up, you started stepping like gooses

Instead of choosing to be silly or licking boots for abuses

Lose the armband, it's clipping your wings and pours the toxins

Your use on the oppressor peace was never an option

As a younger man, I had shit opinions from my preachers

But a helpful father figure challenged me like a teacher

No hate for your bitterness, it's conditioned weakness

But it's something to let down, not rely on or let complete you

There's no man in your life, called the [?]

Instead they called you weak, so you take their reigns with some relief

But sometimes you need to bargain, except you'll just refrain

Feel the sadness bottled up before you hash it out again

See, I believe in loving my enemies, I don't write for wrong reasons

So you can battle your own soul instead of me kicking your teeth in

I call my friends girlies if they're mister miss ancillary

My girlies love their neighbors—trans, cis, or non-binary

I said I call my friends girlies if they're mister miss ancillary

My girlies love their neighbors—trans, cis, or non-binary

[Chorus]

So I'm hitting with words instead of sticks and stones

You're not a drone, so can you hear the message's tone?

Instead I'm hitting with words instead of sticks and stones

Man, you're grown, can you hear the message's tone?

You're the reason you're alone, but I'll throw you a bone

You're not a drone, so can you hear the message's tone?

All these hits will split a fool from his self-made throne

It's just a wellness check to see if there's a wise man home

[Skit]

(Uh-huh. Well uh, knock knock. No, don't say "who's there"!)

[Verse 4]

Replace your daily thoughts on the cruelty of the Romans

Find answers to your problems without making them a woman's

Alpha-male nonsense supports systemic violence

Claim their views are science, but it's not so reliant!

Do you really not see just how wicked it is

To wish extermination of the world's differences?

Maybe you aren't the one to start the war or pull the trigger

But you let your bitterness get jacked by the root of something bigger

If people just fell in line and did what they're told

You think the world would be better in the image of their moulds?

Your god says [?], but you all say "should"

Declaring like toddlers that everything you want is good

You want that watch streaming when you face opposition

That's just attention, it goes away if you still can't listen

Cause you're still you, [?]

Continue to hold contempt for others, but once again you're still you

But today, if you had that world you wish to create

How do you think you'd act differently to love it in that state?

I mean, all you've done is act in all complaint and feed your doubts

Where will all that anger go when it's all you've been about?

At what point will you change and let others be who they are?

You wouldn't, you can't—you never thought that far

You're becoming your own doom, it's already here

You're three fears in a trench coat that change gears!

[Chorus]

So I'm hitting you with words instead of sticks and stones

But no one's home, are you asleep inside your flesh and bones?

I said I'm hitting with words instead of sticks and stones

Can you heed it? Or do you only change with broken bones?

[Outro]

I'm [?] save or grant a wish that you can't own

An easy way out where you don't have to reap what you've sown

I'm here with a megaphone calling you a [?] at home

So you can find the stepping stones outside of your [?]

Don't complain about the [?] and of the women who won't bone

Blaming testosterone and being terrified of the unknown

Your child is thinking of something that can be outgrown

So try to atone and take some time to grieve and be alone

Swap the lame-ass fantasy of bleeding out in the snow

Like somehow dying for being stupid will make you a hero

Grow up. You're being asked to care about your neighbors

Seem to do anything but therapy just so you can be a hater