[Instrumental Solo] [Chorus] The Acceptance! Oh, Oh, Oh. Of Being Fucked Up! Oh, Oh, Oh. The Acceptance! Oh, Oh, Oh. Of Being Fucked Up! Oh, Oh, Oh. [Verse 1] I'm going through, the five stages of grief. I'm in denial, with no relief. I'm in red pill rage, as Chad becomes a Stacy Thief. I once had happiness, but it was far too brief. [Verse 2] I'm bargaining in the valley of depression. This painful life has me constantly second guessin'. But now I've learned the ultimate black pill Lesson. That it's over. Now excuse me as my gun and I have a therapy session. [Chorus] The Acceptance! Oh, Oh, Oh. Of Being Fucked Up! Oh, Oh, Oh. The Acceptance! Oh, Oh, Oh. Of Being Fucked Up! Oh, Oh, Oh. [Verse 3] It took me a long time, to Accept, that I will never have a wife or child. The pain hurt me so painfully, but in front of others, I just smiled. I felt like I was being buried alive, but over me, my tomb was tiled. Inside the truth burned hot, but outside, I pretended it was mild. [Verse 4] I was sent my own way, into the Cold Wild. I tried to seem unfazed, but within, I was riled. Painful truth after painful truth, on my mind, was piled. But I didn't learn my lesson, until a restraining order, was finally filed. [Chorus] The Acceptance! Oh, Oh, Oh. Of Being Fucked Up! Oh, Oh, Oh. The Acceptance! Oh, Oh, Oh. Of Being Fucked Up! Oh, Oh, Oh. [Verse 5] It took me a long time, to arrive to the Acceptance, that my life is over. For so long, I was fighting demons, like the characters in Black Clover. Nobody, not even my family, allowed me to cry on their Shoulder. The world just got colder, as I unfortunately became older. [Verse 6] Nobody cares for men outcasted. Pistols to our heads constantly get blasted. Our lives are filled with dread. And we'll keep suffering, until we motherfuckin' dead. [Chorus] The Acceptance! Oh, Oh, Oh. Of Being Fucked Up! Oh, Oh, Oh. The Acceptance! Oh, Oh, Oh. Of Being Fucked Up! Oh, Oh, Oh. [Bridge] The Chews won. The Satanic Elite, won. The Devil, won. All Evil in charge of the world, has motherfuckin' won. [Chorus] The Acceptance! Oh, Oh, Oh. Of Being Fucked Up! Oh, Oh, Oh. The Acceptance! Oh, Oh, Oh. Of Being Fucked Up! [Text to Speech] We must accept what is, and not what we want things to be. Things are fucked up. We, are fucked up. That is what is. And what is, is what we must Accept. I, Accept, Being Fucked Up. Thanks for listening everyone.