I crane my neck against my will,,
If life is dark comedy,, it mocks me still
This road I'm on is full of wrecks
And I can't seem to turn my head away...
It seems cruel and unusual,, or just unusually cruel of God
To derive entertainment from setting up a fool,,
But his boredom is no higher and I'm bored of his design
Just 'cause his day was f*cked,, he's gotta f*ck with mine
Either my mind's not lit,, or it's lit too bright
I can't decide if I'm abandoned or just held way too tight...
That's/It's just a way to avoid a unity and smash yourself into a thousand again!