VERSE ONE:
Ever got the urge to do a little good?
Too bad it's squashed by the thought: that's doing little good!
The P.O.V. of an S.O.B. with Airbnb Mentality's:
I'm not here for long, so it's not my job to fix shit!
But I was taught by my mom, so what?! Just leave stuff
in a better condition than when you got there!
Why be in this shitty position and simply not care?
Toilet and a kitchen are two things that you should not pair!
And that's the birth of the fatalistic mentality when
you observe no one gives a shit about others actually,
and opposition to logic and love is at a peak,
that thousand years modern civ's not enough to kill the savagery.
Ironic sentence! Laziness into apathy,
then into entropy is a vicious cycle that's telling me
to not bother. Wanna be a lot stronger.
These feelings are tandem. Seems like I yell at the sky at random!

CHORUS:
Get free Internet. You’re just shouting at clouds.
People should be nicer. You’re just shouting at clouds.
Stop being an asshole! You’re just shouting at clouds.
Your cries fall upon deaf ears, doubting your clout!
Go back to your country! You’re just shouting at clouds.
I want things back to normal! You’re just shouting at clouds.
I don’t believe in taxes! You’re just shouting at clouds.
With unreal expectations, doubt they work out!

VERSE TWO:
Theory Conspirators - disinfo distributors or
mankind's saviors? Wager I don't get with the
Boy Who Cried Wolf - he'll just whine. "Schnook" is applied
to the guy's look. What a "time crook", playing like
the Supreme Being but not Ralph Richardson.
Half bitching and half listening, half bad with math -
things don't add up in their world!
Acting sonorous, but to us, they just purl.
'Least they've got a cause, 'cause there's lots other dogs
with no bite, just wanna bark or make their mark on the world -
You know - pissing on people. They think they all regal,
at the same time, face times harder than their ego.
But they lie. Fake lives - part of what they deem so
important that you'll check for their reportings.
But their "stressing of the moment" is a stress, itself and potent
like a bag of weed you’re smoking. Makes you wanna keep ignoring what they scream, tho.

CHORUS:
Equal rights for everybody! You’re just shouting at clouds.
Hack the planet! You’re just shouting at clouds.
Everyone should get to vote! You’re just shouting at clouds.
Your cries fall upon deaf ears, doubting your clout!
Go back to your country! You’re just shouting at clouds.
I want things back to normal! You’re just shouting at clouds.
I wish those people would die! You’re just shouting at clouds.
With unreal expectations, doubt they work out!