Why Do White Guys Title Their Songs Like This?

Persona crises bored existentialists
Conservative hippies and liberal hicks
Caustic agnostic fundamentalists
Phallic misandrists and yonic misogynists
Stern face straight lace and leather bound
Ghost chasing white noise for a new secret sound
You hate being stuck but wish to stick around
“Some day” noon-dreams of leaving this town
Actions are made behind closed doors
Bad investments are your best course
Wrath filled love and peaceful wars
Human resource recourse is forced
I'm winking at my shadow she's flirting with her animus
I'm too old for Carl Jung I'll slip in the sheets of a Freudian
All the odds are stacked gambling to see who can be the laziest
She's pretty laid back she schedules when to be spontaneous

She doesn't want your d, it's a pretty common letter
His mixtape isn't fire it's a trash collector
You're looking for a knot but you found the ties severed
The volume is lowered so this line sounds clever

    I dreamed I was awake for this
    Crack shot pot luck see what fits
    Death glare nightmare daystallions
    Come hide away my glass bastion

           You ask me how I'm feeling I say my life is fine
           I'm hoping to get the fruity drinks but I can't find the punchline...

She's building up her resume he's working on his repsheet
Jobs are made they're getting paid in chaotic currency
They could've been saved shouting “Someone please help me”
But while getting kidnapped she decided to take a selfie
I'm wasting all my time hoping it'll suffice
If it is enjoyed then fun and productivity are spliced
Any path will do but I think I'll perish twice
Robbing Robert frosting up my wordplay made of ice
His pulse is gone and his expression is gape
Casting off society and changing all the drapes
Hikikomori steps outside fedora and a cape
Mountain dew by his side we get it you freaking vape
Pumping up the action but no adrenaline
Stand up for your beliefs step down for your friends
He's trying to be political with anarchy at the end
School's are locked and loaded like a scheduled event

I'm calling out the hypocrites for making my mistakes
If I dig my self deep enough I can cradle in my grave

    I dreamed I was awake for this
    Crack shot pot luck see what fits
    Death glare nightmare daystallions
    Come hide away my glass bastion

He's consumed by fire life is hastily wasting
Consumed by ire running towards the gas station
Throwing money at flames to fight inflation
Spreading truth and plagues throughout the nation
Trading love for the STDs
Life is made but no one's pleased
"If I'm going down I'm taking you all with me"
Bringing a whole new meaning to crab mentality

He's buying off her Adderal
Working in an urban sprawl
She's falling fast but feeling tall
Money flashes, burns her gall
The voices say I hear their call
Ignoring all of my pitfalls
I have a problem after all
I tripped over my IV of alcohol

You hit the target but missed the mark
The eyes forget to adjust to dark
With dire skies the flooding starts
Missed my chance for Noah's ark
You're acting rich like Tony Stark
But no iron will will bill your part
Yet all matter is clustered quarks
Infernos caused by smallest sparks

Lost in thought and rotting hopes
No views of love or hate to scope
Blank sheet, clean slate, untied ropes
It's all a comedy my life's a joke

Don't be my beacon for the harshest night
I'd rather be obscured by darkness than blinded by light