Virtuous - Ben Levin

Massive massive

Walking on glass

Passive passive

Falling on my ass

Not bad for a human

Rag doll down the hill

Not hurting nobody just get myself killed

Working out to be meek

Devastated by the thought

That recognizing virtue means ignoring so much

Cataclysmic beauty

Complicit with the gods

That sell you slick weapons so that you can get shot

If I locked in a box

And got a rich man’s trash

Dropped in a slot

Would that make me more green

Or would it mean that I taught

A generation of boss

That trash is enough if we’re working for a cause

Little button presses

Fingering the case and

Sending out a message

Full of exclamations

Brimming with contagion

Horror situation

I’m chilling in the basement

My bro’s in isolation

Guilty for the paycheck

Hunger hasn’t hit yet

Give it hundred thousand

My spirit will be wasted

In my imagination

There’s no preparation

For the things they’re saying

But it’s gonna come

Trying to be a real good boy, be real good and still make money

Trying to be a wonderful friend, even though I don’t want to see anybody

I’m confused and don’t know what to do

Let’s just promise to never stop trying