Ode to us

Set me up, tell me what to do.
It's not that I don't know
or I can't figure it out,
But you'll judge me if do it wrong
and that's what I don't want.

Set me up, tell me all the rules.
Don't tell me why they're there,
or how they are logically sound.
I understand that the're just there
and we must put up with them for the world.

Set me up; what's ethically right?
Set me up, I'm not looking for a fight,
Set me up for the screwed up world,
Make me numb like the rest of us.

I'm sorry, did I say too much?
I'm sorry, please don't kill me.
There's no point, I'm a goner now.
Don't you make my mistakes,
and abide by this glorious world.