Trauma Lyrics

Trauma is as trauma does

The afflicting of innocent morons in the crooks of their guts

Trauma used to be passé

Now everybody's talkin' 'bout it in the expensive cafes

What once used to be a respectable, hushed-about malady

Is now the means by which the professional class determines salary

See, trauma itself comes in all sizes, shapes, and colors

But what's true about all trauma is it commodifies the other

Freak out

Trauma forged into a glue

Caked on and crammed into every crack that makes us me and you

Trauma used as an excuse

Absolving ill-equipped baby men of all that they can't do

All the party people now have got the syndrome

That tells them they do not belong and no one listens to 'em

The varying degrees of horrors that this lot has seen

Are stretched out thin like bubblegum and tacked onto the backs of seats

That line all institutions, from your college to your DMV

To office buildings far and wide, where corporate dweebs will moan and cry

Until they're heard and seen by every HR-convert beauty queen

They're patting backs and kissing ass

Buying Himalayan salt lamps

And sharing tools with other fools to educate them on the rules

Of how to get away with such a life that turns neurotics into narcissists

I don't know much, but I know this:

You've tried so hard to define trauma, that oh God, I think it's meaningless

Fuck

Don't let me catch you saying no to me

I've worked too hard on this to make it here, you see

I am in charge of my own tragedy

Don't let me catch you saying no to me

I've worked too hard on this to make it here, you see

I am in charge of my own tragedy

Don't let me catch you saying no to me

I've worked too hard on this to make it here, you see

I am in charge of my own tragedy