I felt like maybe I had finally understood it all, but in the end I’m back at square one
I may watch the world from above, but this body of mine still lives off of junk food
Karma is nowhere to be found, the future is ever uncertain
Even as the years passed, you the bully, still looked so happy

It’s useless to say anything, it’s useless to be told anything. Lethargy, ignorance– the more apathetic
The more fear of being hurt lies beneath. I wanted to be loved, without loving
Karma is nowhere to be found, the future is ever uncertain
They say the heavens are watching, but all the things truly evil remain evil still

Is everyone working hard doing nothing but the things you don’t really want to do, yet again today? (yes)
Are you clicking your tongues inwardly while giving a servile bow? (yes)
Are you a good person? (yes)
Or are you evil after all? (yes)
And this is unrelated but do you want to go to a fun party tonight?

I shed no blood nor tears, and lack in kindness but
Even our scattered thoughts clash with each other
What’s inside, do we all still have organs? (yes)
Even if you leave me, even if I understand it was a commonplace thing
Even if we were to cry so hard our bodies started to wither
What’s inside, do we all still have organs? (yeah yeah)

One person says they're the victim, but according to another they’re the criminal
“Maybe they’re both wrong” you might say but all the onlookers stop thinking at that point
Karma is nowhere to be found, the future is ever uncertain
You can do things as uproariously as you like, but in an end what matters is the result alone, no?
Is everyone working hard doing nothing but the things you don’t really want to do, yet again today? (yes)
Can you meet your profit margin without really doing anything at all? (yes)
Has something nice happened to you recently? (yes)
Or did something bad end up happening instead after all? (yes)
And this is unrelated but there’s a weekend-only sale coming up, do you want to go with me?

I might lose my dreams, I might search and search but find only a tiny bit but
If worst comes to worst I can sell them but
What’s inside, do we all still have organs? (yes)
Even if your outsides are beautiful, and even if you hate how ugly you are on the inside
Everyone’s the same when you peel off their skin
What’s inside, do we all have organs?

Is everyone working hard doing nothing but the things you don’t really want to do, yet again today? (yes)
Is everyone working hard doing nothing but the things you don’t really want to do, yet again today? (yes)
Karma is nowhere to be found, the future is ever uncertain
And this is unrelated but will you scream real loud for me?

I shed no blood nor tears, and lack in kindness but
Even our scattered thoughts clash with each other
What’s inside, do we all still have organs? (yes)
Even if you leave me, even if I understand it was a commonplace thing
Even if we were to cry so hard our bodies started to wither
What’s inside, do we all still have organs? (yeah yeah)
With however much happiness you have
And about this much trauma
It’s like comparing apples to oranges
A hail of sympathy and disgust

Even if your outsides are beautiful, and even if you hate how ugly you are on the inside
Everyone’s the same when you peel off their skin
What’s inside, do we all have organs? (yeah yeah)