Morty, half of these people expect me to be cool and nice

I'm permanently scrutinized

I carry some weight on my shoulders Though I'm far from being pitiful

I'm wearing suit and ties I got the bluest eyes

Rich motherfucker.

I'm not taking cherries.

And I'm not, I'm not at all Such a vicious psycho

Some destructive questions With some bitter answers

And I'm not invited.

Tick-tock.

Some special.

Big facts.

Something.

Not really fun or no concept involved in being glorified

My humanity was thrown aside I can't accept that

I'm not alone A choice affecting a million souls

I'm on my own

I'm not taking chances And I need my soul

Some destructive questions.

There's some bitter answers.

And I'm not a night owl.

Time is passing.

Big facts.

Consternation.

Flip masks.

Realization.

Okay.

British.