The Kool-Aid

Uncertainty is the bitterest pill to swallow
 Better get you some pain meds at least
 The betting man knows where the house is, it seems
 Pascal would like to raise you
 Still you play your hand and expect us to follow
 Sure the payout seems nice
 But we just want to come on ye faithful
 It's not that we think you drank the Kool-Aid
 It's more that we wish you had
 It's more we wish you had
 Watched you expire
 A cosmic hiccup, hiccup
 Asphyxiate the willing
 Regurgitated
 Each stone you threw up, pick up
 Foolish complicity
 Let the BSD lift the lid, put the bun in the oven
 This obsession with hymens is so poorly hiding
 The high, tiny horses that Mary's not riding
 (We need some male enhancement)
 So you see that your prophecy foretells of misogyny and sails you
 Up a river of bullshit
 And somehow you are just not smelling it
 It's not that we think you drank the Kool-Aid
 It's more that we wish that you had
 It's not that we drank the Kool-Aid
 So get up off your knees, and do anything
 Just be free
 You'll find your own way out
 You'll find your own way
 It's not that we drank the Kool-Aid
 So get up off your knees and do anything
 Just be free
 You'll find your own way out
 You'll find your own way out