Tim England - Marty Lyrics

My Uncle Marty was a cuck
He lived his whole life unaware that he was begging for it
Inner battles, rush to terraforming thought
The world, as he knew it, was only slowly getting dimmer

When not to do or die
An abandoned suicide
He just didn't feel right
He wasn't raised to handle things like that

We mistook Marty for a bitch
His twisted sense
An overwhelming, nervous disposition
Bottled up an odor, knowing what he was
He'd grown up an introverted, weirdo, sob

He tried popularized, polarizing introspects
Still addled and dejected
He wandered Mattersville and Out of Step

Slow it down, he spent a childhood sad enough
Would you leave him be
One day you'll see that
He's set his sights on unobtainable goals