Life's a joke and we're all laughing. Hope you're laughing with me instead of laughing at me. If not, it's ok. I'm use to the wrong side of everything. Days only bringing rain, death dominating my brain. All from the pain of living, life is the gift given to all those but only a few make the best of it. Most shit is irrelevant. Yet we waste time on the worthless and its evident. We have weak souls, our weak show and we cant better it. Maybe a doctor i better get. Prescribe me with the answers to fix this sickness. Choked up, i'm coughing. Fear rules, so life becomes haunting. Having trouble seeing the joke? Is it truth that i'm offering. We're so blind. Screaming for the best but always settling for the worse, its no wonder we've gone hoarse. Always whispering ideas of change but we wont stand and do work. It's only getting worse but i'm prepared myself so i'm doing dirt. Like you digging my grave, all roads unpaved so I wont walk down them. Crawling towards my history and if his story brings light creating victory, then smile for the young one. Be astounded by the dumb one. Hands connected and we all have blood on them. Wont scrubs it off no. All for this we die for. Yep that's the joke. Killing just to live but we live just to kill, and get everything. Which turns in to nothing. Laughing and still hurting. Just no its not working. Stay laughing.