Free Will is a dream Fate is tattooed on our backs We've never even made a choice All we've ever had is sweet Determinism. Sometimes you may feel surprised, Sometime you might even start to feel free But it's just all the effects and causes adding up to everything that had to be. No bra on her tits Her tongue tucked in her cheek And a short black skirt with nothing underneath But sweet Feminism. Sometimes she may seem intimidating Sometimes you might even start to feel uneasy But it's just your conventions and norms, your societal scorns towards her natural born identity. (You're no help at all, let her be!) I'm glad to be unhappy again Discontentment is relief I have a confession, I loved my depression and I missed my misery All that sweet Pessimism. Sometimes you may feel alright Sometimes you might even start to think positively But the clouds and rain are coming back 'round again all your mountain peaks are surrounded by valleys.