Get Fixed - Cursive

Man is a myth

Written by men

Man is a monster

Under your bed

Man is a germ

Festered since birth

Man is a virus

Set on this Earth

This human race needs to be fixed

Man was a god

Then God was dead

Man is a migraine

Swelling his head

Man is a concept

I strain to accept

Man is a woman

At his best

This human race must’ve been fixed

What’s killing you, it kills me too

This life can feel like a sham

Man is a scourge

Man is a curse

Still, I’m doing all I can

I’m the man, I’m the man…

I never wanted to be

I never wanted anything

These roles were thrust upon us

We had to go and ruin everything

Tell me we’re worth something

Tell me it’s not all out of spite

The world is turning over

I worry we’ll end up on the wrong side

What’s killing you, it kills me too

This life can feel like a sham

We are the scourge

We are the curse

I’m sorry for what I am

I’m the man, I’m the man…