So Matt wrote + recorded the chorus, and I didn't even REMEMBER this song existed until I dug it outta my hard drive, like late December last year. I think I said it was made in like 2019 - but I am LIKELY lying through my damn teeth, cause this comp style sounds like it was made during the "Music To Survive To" era.

But anyways. Autism.
Enjoy LMAO

-----
Lyrics:

Wake up you zombie, it is pattern-o-clock
Your routine won't let you sleep until you follow it off
This stupid cliff, take me down and all the things that I love
Or Imma throw these fucking words in your face, until I've had enough
Bro I'm autistic as shit - I'm stuffing fun facts down your gut
Eat that bullet with me, 'cause we don't "show enough"

Hey don't drop your mask king, we masking
High functioning bastards, we're masters of disguise
We don't belong here, but guess what?
We goin' nowhere, there's nothing else to do
Now dance with me, if you're sick too
Now sing the song, we all iller than we seem
Sick enough to die young, but not yet
We goin' nowhere, there's nothing left to do

(You don't- you don't get it. Okay. Lemme try again)

They say that they don't understand, but I be real specific
When I am using these terms defining mental hieroglyphics
'Cause the social cues will kill me, but I still gotta try
And I'm tryna be human 'til the day I fucking die

(And yeah miscommunications might EVENTUALLY tie my noose, but also I like yapping about shit that doesn't matter. Matt, take over for me)

Hey don't drop your mask king, we masking
High functioning bastards, we're masters of disguise
We don't belong here, but guess what?
We goin' nowhere, there's nothing else to do
Now dance with me, if you're sick too
Now sing the song, we all iller than we seem
Sick enough to die young, but not yet
We goin' nowhere, there's nothing left to do

It's time to go fuckin stupid bro, lets fuckin gooo
'Cause I'm so sleep deprived and overworked, but I can't even show it
Yeah the resting bitch face stays on, with every high and low
And everything that I'm thinking of - you'll never truly know

I refuse to take a risk before considering every outcome
I will not take the fall, before I see a way out
The mask is on to help both you and me, 'cause I don't understand
How you think I can trust you, and your outstretched hand
When you get bullied so many times, you learn to adapt
When the world won't understand, you teach yourself to not snap
Bind your fangs behind masked words, and keep playing stupid
Cause you're a high-functioning bastard - you're an asshole, for a purpose

(And yes, I may have gone a bit too hard for the sake of getting my point across
But I am VERY tired, and I don't exactly care if I come across "mean", as long as I'm understood.
Do you get me? I hope you get me. Really.)

Hey don't drop your mask king, we masking
High functioning bastards, we're masters of disguise
We don't belong here, but guess what?
We goin' nowhere, there's nothing else to do
Now dance with me, if you're sick too
Now sing the song, we all iller than we seem
Sick enough to die young, but not yet
We goin' nowhere, there's nothing left to do

(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah!
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeahhhhh)

【Original Song】 High Functioning Bastards

Insanity is just standard protocol here, dw lol

(one-man band, otherwise credits are given where they are due)

【Original Song】 High Functioning Bastards

Shius